#pls like this i had to draw so many trees

[cvlutos]

hey there! I just commented on one of your posts and as I was reading it, I had an idea and was wondering if I could brainstorm w you cause I wanna fan girl w someone

Imagine if Reader always tries to escape the Neighborhood. Every time they get past the Neighborhood, they only ever manage reach the edge of the woods. And then everything goes white.

And they wake up as a different person in the show. A newly introduced character and every time, they have to fight to escape again.

When R first wakes up in the neighborhood, they retain all their memories of their past life for only a minute and then they disappear completely.

pls lemme know if you have any thoughts on this!!

No cause this would be so interesting! Was supposed to write a drabble and instead wrote a whole thing. Oops

HIS GAME!!

✦ | Apr.08th.2023 | —K |

✦ | Wally Darling | Gn!Reader

✦ | Chasing | Your Trapped | Yandere | No Chance of Escape |

✦ | Synopsis: How many times must we do this, neighbor? |

"Stop it!"

Your voice is hoarse, panicked, angry, frightened. Once pristine black shiny shoes covered in dirt and mud, your clothing rip and torn, as your nails claw and push against the tall, almost fake pine trees. Desperate to get away, needing to get out.

Trees bend and sway, shivering and jumping as the ground begins to change, turning soft and grabbing the soles of your shoes, the edge of your clothing, pulling you—yanking you—tugging you into the ground that swallowed you. You scream, cry out in utter pain, hands clawing at the gooey surface, your body frantically fighting. Ink-like hands grab at your face, pulling your cheeks and dragging you downward, muffling your screams, digging into your eyes. Your vision blurs into pure white.

'How many times must we do this, neighbor?'

You awake with a jolt, you don't have time, tumbling out of your bed with shaky steps, nearly throwing aside your large night stand as you fumbled for a heavy sharp piece of wood, drawing a shaky tally into the wall, your breathing is erratic as the door to your home opens and footsteps near closer to your bedroom.

You don't have time.

Your vision is spotty, salvia slipping past your lips desperate, exhaustion filling your bones as you slump to the floor. A soft sigh drawing your attention as he stands in your doorway, you can make out the smallest smile and wave, before sleep overtakes you.

'WELCOME HOME'

The note is written with a red crayon, spelled out with a multiple different signatures. Julie, Barnaby, Frank, Poppy, Sally, Eddie, Howdy, & Wally. You can't help but smile at the kind letter, each of your new neighbors taking time to greet you, even though they've never met you. You dust off your colorful clothing, tightening the straps of your red shoes, and fixing your hair as you make your way towards the front door, taking time to inspect your familiar forever home, everything was perfect.

Perfect, Perfect, Perfect.

With familiar perfect colored walls and perfect sized windows. Yet before you can do much more, someone knocks. Once, then twice, before a final three times. Each knock following a musical pattern, that makes you bound happily on each step as you open the door. The sun is bright and shining, the birds always singing as you come face to face with someone you immediately know.

"Hi Neighbor!"

"Wally Darling!" You call his name, like you would an old friend, since that's what he is! Your best friend, your closest friend in the whole wide world. He matches your happiness, tipping his head to you as he elegantly bows, "the one and only."

You smile widens at his antics, watching him stand again and straighten out his blue cardigan, fixing the yellow buttons to all line orderly. "Welcome Home, Neighbor! Now, let us not dilly dally, the others are excited to finally meet you!" He gives you no other second, taking your arm in his as he ushers you out of the house. He walks you down the familiar roads, pointing out all of your neighbor houses, and all the interesting things to do throughout the day.

Things you're familiar with, things you've done before.

"Wally! And Neighbor!" Before you can react, a big ball of blue takes over your vision, lifting out off your feet and hugging you, voices all shouting in chorus, one you've heard before.

"Welcome go the Neighborhood!!"

Time and Time again.

There's a certain unease that follows. Another tally. That lingers behind you like a shadow after every step you take in your ruby red shoes. Another tally. A feeling that tells you over and over and over and over, that something isn't right. Another tally. He isn't right.

You aren't right.

These blue shiny shoes aren't yours. Another tally.

These glittery hair pens don't belong to you. Another tally.

These eyes. This hair. These clothes. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This isn't you. This is you. This is you. This is you. This is you. This is you.

'How many more times must we do this, neighbor?'

It was a mere accident, ripping up the wall paper behind your night stand, revealing the large wall filled tally marks. Each line ffranti, hazardously marked as if whoever wrote them was doing so quickly, with escape written in messy letters.

This is how it always begins. Every time you find this wall, every time you see the tally marks, a tally mark you once drew, you remember. You're trapped and must escape.

"No matter how many times we do this, you always remember... I don't understand why you want to leave, Neighbor."

Wally stands in your bedroom doorway, shoulders slack, as he lets out a sigh, his smile returning. "But it's okay Neighbor! You must really love this game. And I'll keep playing until your absolutely satisfied!"

He steps to the side, waving out his arm to you, motioning towards the open door, to the open exit.

And you run.

Another tally.

ⓒ 2023 cvlutos — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

#t.manor.horror.stories #yandere welcome home x reader #yandere welcome home #yandere wally darling x reader #yandere wally darling #wally darling welcome home #wally darling #wally darling x reader #welcome home #welcome home x reader

[d0g0r0t]

Hello

Can I please ask for some fluff with Toby pls 🙈

Toby fluff hcs!

Got me kicking me feet and shit

Before you guys started dating he didn't know he had a crush on you until Tim told him

Toby: she's cool and strong and pretty and-

Tim: so you have a crush on her?

Toby: what

Tim: you literally just expressed to me you have a crush on her..

Toby:... no I didnt..

Tim: yes the fuck you did

Toby:.... nuh uh...

Yea....

But when it finally clicked to him he had a crush on you he couldn't get the thought of you out of his head

He would draw you along with your name on literally everything, his hand, walls, floors, tables, paper. If it can be drawed on he'll do it

He saw you in everything and it actually started to effect his performance on missions and overall life

That tree over there? Sees your face. The sky? Sees your eyes. The grass? Sees your hair. The dirt? Sees your skin. Everywhere he goes he always sees you and he always becomes a hot mess

Everything your around he always gets super quiet and anxious and his face is very clearly red, his heads down and he always fiddles with his fingers and sleeve trying his best to make himself look small.

EVERY SINGLE TIME you talk to him his stutters and tics get super bad and it makes him frustrated cause he feels like you'll be weirded out. But when you don't care he can't help but feel butterflies in his stomach.

He's always staring at you when your around. He doesn't really realize that you guys are making eye contact and that you caught him.

When he finally got the courage to ask you out and you said yes. All he said was "Ok" and walked away. The moment he was alone he was jumping up and down, kicking his feet, screaming into his pillow and overall fan girling over you and the fact you guys were dating

The first few days were so awkward

Everytime you were near he would glance over and smile at you and give you small very awkward compliments "you look very pretty today... well I mean you look pretty everyday!" "You remind me of a jelly fish.. fuck wait that sounds so weird.."

He gives you little gifts. Probably stole them

He BEGS all the girls in the mansion for advice on how to be atleast a decant boyfriend

LIGHT NIGHT CAMPFIRES. Will take you by the hand and hold you close making sure your safe and he doesn't lose you in the dark and starts a nice warm fire for just the two of you as you guys eat snacks and do silly couple things

He gets really off track and will start following random squirrels and will be really sad when it runs up and hides in a tree. "Awe man the squirrel ran away :("

He's a human dog.. that's it he's an actual dog stuck in a humans body

He follows you around LIKE A DOG.

everytime you speak to him he always gets really happy and he stims and gets all giddy

He gets even more happy when you guys get physical. He's never really had any good physical interactions so the first time you were gentle with him he started to cry because you were so nice

Doesn't really understand boundaries. He's always on you one way or another and doesn't think about you personally, your just in his arms and that's all that matters

But when you tell him the boundaries he broke he'll get really sappy and upset with himself and won't shut up about how sorry he is

Back to him being an actual dog he growls when people get to close to you ad he holds you tightly in his arms with his head on top of yours. "Mine >:("

HELP I HAVE SO MANY MORE HCS I JUST DONT WANT THIS TO BE TO LONG 😭

Also i accidentally posted this to early and couldn't UNPOST IT. So if you saw it before it was finished no u didnt

#creepypasta #slenderman #ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #toby rogers #x reader #crp

[writemywaytoyourheart]

Bedeviled | Chapter 12b: Apple (continued)

warnings for this part *contains SPOILERS*: suGgEsTive content, summoning demons (do not), pregnancy, miscarriage, severe depression, manipulation, major heart break I'm sorry, sickness, death, loss, mentions of torture.

this part can get heavy, pls read at your own discretion.

WC part 2: 13.2k

read 12a first...HERE

Just as you suspected, Jungkook spent every waking hour hunting down any and every little thing that might lead him closer to a way to stop the curse.

He spoke to people in the village, who led him to the towns over, who then led him to the towns just a few further down. 

Yoongi stayed with you a lot upon Jungkook’s request. He didn’t want to leave you alone, but he refused to give up. There wasn’t any effort he didn’t go to trying to save you. 

There were many tears. 

Many nights full of enraged screaming when it was thought no one could hear the soul behind the desperate cries for help, when he was all on his own; looking at the stupid fire he made to keep himself warm on the nights he was away, looking for help.

He didn’t bother throwing those thoughts into the flames. They were what kept him going.

-

You already had your fill of rage and sorrow over the past year; although it still ate at you internally, turning your stomach to knots every waking moment. 

Jungkook, on the other hand, continuously held out hope that perhaps he was trapped in a nightmare that he would soon wake from. 

He would go to you, and you would not be worn down with the symptoms that continued to grow worse. The dark circles under your eyes would not be there, only the beautiful shining light in your irises that could chase away even the nastiest storm.

You would not be sitting on the floor and trying to figure out how to draw to pass the time, but instead, running through the sunlit forest and climbing the apple tree. 

He would find you in the clearing and wait just for a moment. 

A few seconds to admire the beauty in front of him, the sun shining on your fingers as they reached for the clouds.

You would smile at him.

And everything would be okay. 

And he would love you. 

-

The next year passed much like that, Jungkook never resting. 

He would come back bearing ointments claiming to cure any ailment, prayers that would heal even the sickest. Nothing worked. You could see it wearing him down, the dark circles under his eyes growing each night he didn’t sleep. 

“Jungkook, please stop this.”

He looked at you from where he was finishing putting together a satchel. 

“What do you mean?” He asked, turning back to tighten the clasp before swinging it over his shoulder. 

“You know what I mean,” You whispered, frustration building up inside you. 

You were so tired, all you wanted was to be with him.

He had missed your seventeenth birthday, and if he left again, you were going to miss his nineteenth. The poor boy was in tears for days after not getting back until the day after your birthday. The guilt consumed him for weeks, he almost couldn’t handle it.

You really didn’t want to see him like that again.

“I found something, I know it’ll work this time.”

“What is it?” You gritted out between clenched teeth. 

“Something that even the curse can’t fight,” He sounded more hopeful than he had in months, “It will work, Apple.”

You stared at him with furrowed brows, “What is it?”

“A flame,” He said quietly, not looking you in the eye. 

“What kind of flame?”

He finally looked at you, “It doesn’t matter-”

“It does to me.”

Jungkook sighed, “It’s called the Flame of Immortality. If you just trust me-”

“What?” You were beyond confused and more than a little stressed out, “That sounds like trouble, Jungkook…how did you come to know about this?”

He looked at you steadily before whispering, “Desperation will lead you to many secrets.”

You swallowed, “Don’t. I don’t want you to-”

“Apple, you can’t just tell me not to-”

“I don’t want to be immortal!” You were getting frantic, “Not without you-”

“It might work on two people, I won’t know until I learn more.”

After a moment of tense silence, he said quietly, “I’m not going to give up.”

“I’m not asking you to,” You took a deep breath, “I just-...”

It was silent save for your heavy breathing. You put a hand to your head, the room suddenly feeling as if it was tilting. 

“Apple?”

You didn’t answer him, focusing too hard on not toppling over. Despite your best efforts, you fell forward, quickly losing consciousness.

Jungkook caught you before you could tumble off the bed, holding you in his arms as he lowered to the ground. 

You came to a minute later, curled up in his lap as he hugged you. 

“I’ve got you,” He whispered tearfully, hand caressing your hair. 

“Jungkook,” You spoke quietly. 

“Mm?”

“I miss my best friend,” You gripped his clothes tightly in your fist, “Please, don’t leave me again.”

He closed his eyes, a few tears sliding down his cheeks as he put his chin on your head, holding you close. 

“Okay.”

He sounded so defeated. 

You hated to make him feel like that, but you were scared to be alone. You didn’t want him to leave anymore, especially because you really didn’t know how much longer you had. 

“I love you,” You whispered, messing with the sash on his waist as you continued to rest in his hold. 

“I love you too, Apple.”

You smiled and closed your eyes, breathing deeply. 

“Can we climb the apple tree?” 

He gulped, hating that he was unsure of granting your request. After a minute, he couldn’t bear the thought of denying you. 

“Of course.”

-

He held your hand the whole way there. 

“Want to swing first?” His voice was pitched higher, clearly trying to sound more positive. You smiled at the old swing, the rope handles fraying a little. 

“Yes, please.”

You sat down, giggling as he pushed you gently, your hands gripping the rope tightly. You looked over to the bush where you always imagined the invisible person to be and smiled. 

I’m okay. 

They knew you would be.

Then you looked up towards the sky, seeing a few rain clouds floating. 

Don’t cry for me, I’m okay.

The grass was soft against your feet. 

Jungkook helped you climb up to your sitting spot, settling in across from you and smiling at the pure joy on your sweet face. 

The wind was gentle on your sensitive skin.

“What are you thinking about?” He asked after watching you smile at the clouds for a few minutes. You looked at him, a light in your eyes that hadn’t been there for over two years. 

“I want to get married.”

His heart clenched in his chest, “You do?” He whispered. 

You nodded, practically glowing. 

___________________

The wedding had taken place in Jungkook’s old home. Tradition was to do it in the bride’s home, but that wasn’t an option.

You saw her that day, before the ceremony. She passed by as you were walking through the village. There wasn’t a single sign that she cared you were there. She simply walked on, not even sparing you a glance. 

That was the last time you ever saw your mother. 

-

Jungkook was his sweet and gentle self the whole day. By the time you got back to the shed, you were practically vibrating with joy. The wedding ceremony was beautiful, all you could’ve ever wanted.

Your wedding night was even more so, and the next morning, he was right by your side. 

“Happy birthday,” You whispered with a smile as he kissed your forehead. 

“Thank you,” He scrunched his nose at you, then he leaned down and placed a sleepy kiss on your lips, “How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay, Jungkook.”

He knew you were, but that didn’t calm his fears. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been happier,” You whispered, gaze never leaving his beautiful dark eyes. The way you looked at him like he was your whole world made his heart ache. 

“I know I haven’t,” He whispered back playfully, making you laugh. 

_________

It was only a few weeks after your wedding that Jungkook left again.

He hadn’t told you.

In fact, he had purposely made Yoongi go and distract you. You were almost hysterical when you figured out what happened, your cousin had to physically keep you from storming out of the shed. 

It wasn’t a rundown abandoned shack anymore; Jungkook had worked on it since you left your mother’s and stayed there. He worked tirelessly with you helping where you could- mostly holding things for him and being his emotional support buddy- until it felt like a home; somewhere you two could live comfortably for many years. 

It didn’t feel like home that day. You were so angry with him for leaving you alone again. 

Yoongi tried to calm you, tried to explain how Jungkook must be feeling; his wife and best friend slowly dying and there was nothing he could do to stop it. 

“He said he wouldn’t leave!” You cried into your hands, “He lied to me!”

“____,” Yoongi held your shoulders, “If he thought you would die without him, he would not have gone. He has hope, you need to let him give some to you, too.” 

You clenched your jaw, fighting the tears back.

You felt betrayed. 

If you were in his place, you wouldn’t give up either. But you could feel yourself slipping away. You wouldn’t be able to fight it much longer.

Your body was tired, more than you let on. No matter how much you told it to woman up and be strong, it continued to fail. 

At that point, it was normal for you to have fainting episodes daily. 

You didn’t let your cousin know, but your legs had begun to swell a little in the past few weeks. Your husband never hesitated to rub them gently in the mornings to help with the swelling.

You wouldn’t have told him either, but of course he noticed. He was married to you. 

Jungkook meant well by leaving, but he promised you he wouldn’t, and he broke that promise. 

You would never forgive him if he left you to die alone. 

-

Jungkook lit the fire, then stepped back, holding the herbs tightly in his sweaty fist. 

Out of nowhere, there was a sudden whisper of warning somewhere to his right, making him flinch and look over. There was a slight breeze, rustling the leaves. When he saw no one, he turned back to the task at hand.

Closing his eyes, he gulped as he tossed the bundle into the fire, whispering the words he was told to say.

A moment passed, but nothing felt different. 

He opened his eyes, anger seeping into his chest as the tears burned; threatening to spill. 

That old man was just insane, he should never have listened-

“Well if it isn’t another desperate little human.”

Jungkook flinched and turned around, coming face to face with a tall dark-haired man; his beauty unnatural. There were large black feathered wings upon his back, resting while not in flight.

“Are you a demon?” Jungkook whispered, his eyes falling to the tattoo on the man’s bicep. 

A white rose…dead, and being strangled by a serpent. 

“I’m not just a demon,” He whispered with a smirk, “I’m the demon.”

Jungkook wasn’t sure what he meant. 

“Lucifer,” He practically hissed as he observed the human in front of him, “And you are?”

“Jungkook.”

“Well, Jungkook,” The demon called Lucifer smiled menacingly. 

There was a split second where Jungkook saw him glance over his shoulder as if seeing something behind him, then his smile grew, “What can I do for you?”

The young man swallowed, “I need the Flame of Immortality.”

“I see. And what use would that be to you?”

“There’s someone I need to save,” Jungkook whispered. 

Lucifer chuckled darkly, “Typical. And you think the Flame will save them?”

“It has to,” Jungkook grit his teeth, “I don’t have any other choice.”

“Well,” The tall man leaned closer, “What if you did?”

“What?”

“What if you had another choice, human. Would you take it?”

Jungkook blinked, then nodded, “If it means I can save her, then yes.”

The demon smirked as he watched the despicable mortal become more and more helpless even as they just stood there. Tears formed in his eyes, then slid down his cheek. 

“What on earth did the big man do to you and your poor girl?” Lucifer whispered, feigning pity. 

“She was cursed,” Jungkook wiped his nose, “She’s dying. I- I can’t live without her-”

He burst into tears and fell to his knees, heart aching more than it ever had as reality came crashing down on him.

If this didn’t work, he was going to lose you. 

The demon watched him with a glint in his eye and a smirk on his handsome face, “What if I told you that I can cure her, and you won’t even need the Flame.”

Jungkook looked at him with wide eyes, “Can you?”

“Most definitely.”

“Please,” Jungkook choked out, “Please break the curse.”

“Oh, it isn’t a curse, silly boy.”

He looked up at the demon in confusion, “But-”

“It’s something she was born with,” He waved a hand dismissively, “A mere disease.”

“Oh,” Jungkook wiped at his eyes again, “But you can take it away?”

“Of course.”

Jungkook felt his heart rate increase as he realized that he had finally done it. He found a way to save you.

He broke down into sobs, “Please help me-”

"And what will you give me?"

There was another warning in his ear, frantic and pleading. Just a faint breath in the wind.

“Don’t do it.”

Jungkook trembled, his hands clasped as he tried to contain his tears enough to speak. 

"I- I'll give you anything, just please save her-"

"Anything?" 

The young man nodded frantically, bowing his head, "Whatever you wa-"

"How about your soul? A life for a life."

Jungkook was startled at that, looking back up at the demon.

"M-my soul?"

A simple nod in reply, nothing else. No negotiations.

He gulped. 

An image of you smiling at him, only four years old as you held the apple out, came to his mind. 

“Jungkook, please-”

He nodded shakily, forcing himself to ignore the voice that whispered its last warning, "Ok."

A smirk spread on Lucifer’s face as he crossed his arms, the tattoo of the dead rose on his outer bicep stretching as he did, "Looks like we have a deal.”

-

You blinked your eyes open, taking in a deep breath. 

Was it morning already?

Sitting up, you rubbed at your eyes before looking around your tiny little home. You slept better than you had been for a while; it must be the bed that Jungkook spent almost a week making. He said it was long overdue, humble and shy as always when you praised his hard work.

You took another deep breath in, blowing it out in a large puff. 

Just before getting out of the bed, your eyes landed on a beetle crawling across the covers. At first, you almost jumped out of the bed screaming.

After a moment to calm yourself, you looked at the small thing, minding its own business as it walked along slowly. It really wasn’t very big, maybe half the size of your pinky nail. Leaning down to look closer, you saw pretty gold patterns along its back, a vibrant green peeking out here and there. 

“Oh, you’re quite pretty,” You whispered. The beetle paid you no mind as it continued on its way. 

“You’ll die in here,” You said softly, gathering your bravery and leaning over to brush it gently into your hand, “There’s no food for you.”

It sat still in your palm, not moving as you brought it closer to get a better look. You smiled, keeping it safely in your left hand as you pushed the covers from you with your right and swung your legs around to get off the bed. 

Just as you were moving to hop down, something made you freeze.

Your brows furrowed as you leaned down to look at your legs. Had the swelling gone down overnight? They looked…normal.

The past week, they had kept getting more swollen each day, to the point it was painful to walk. You never told Yoongi, and it was easy enough to keep it hidden under your long skirts. There was no reason to worry him. You had a feeling he knew that your time was coming soon anyway. He just refused to believe it. 

You looked back at the beetle in your hand, “What do you think?” 

Lowering your hand so he could see your legs, you gave him a moment to consider, then you brought him back up, “Do they look swollen to you?” After a moment, you nodded, “That’s what I thought too…we better get you outside.”

Once your bare feet hit the floor, you almost flinched at the fact that pain didn’t shoot through your legs at the contact. You had been expecting it.

Your eyes widened as you looked down, seeing your toes against the wooden floor. The simple white night dress hung down to mid shin, showing how normal your calves looked. 

Taking in a long breath, you felt your lungs expand. 

It didn’t hurt to breathe. 

Tears sprung to your eyes as you looked at your little friend. Excitement that you were going to have a good day filled you as you couldn’t help but laugh. Without another thought, you ran out of the shed and into the sunlight.

The moment you stepped onto the velvety grass, you stopped short, still holding the beetle. 

Twenty feet in front of you, Jungkook was there. 

He looked worn out, but there was a smile on his face at the sight of you first thing after walking all day and night to get home. 

Carefully, you bent down and shooed the beetle onto a leaf, then you straightened up and stared at the person you had feared you might not get to see again.

A few moments of silence passed, the two of you just looking at each other.

“Hi, Apple.” He finally whispered.

You didn’t say anything, just broke into a run. 

He caught you as you flung yourself into him, tears springing to his eyes as he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you from the ground. Wrapping your legs around his waist, you hugged him as tight as you could. 

“I missed you,” He mumbled into your neck.

You couldn’t respond, all you could do was breathe shakily, never wanting to let go.

Jungkook adjusted so that his hands were under your bottom so he could better hold you. Once he felt you were secure, he carried you back inside your home and sat on the bed. Still, you said nothing, you just kept your head tucked into the space between his neck and shoulder, not moving yourself from his lap.

After a few more moments, you whispered, “I thought I was never going to see you again.”

Jungkook caressed your hair gently, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t just sit around and do nothing.”

“I know,” You sniffled. 

His hands ran along your sides and down your legs, pushing the nightgown up so he could run his palms along your thighs. He had missed your warmth for weeks, it felt almost unreal finally being back in your arms.

As he was running his hands up and down along the length of your legs, he suddenly stopped. You pulled back to see a look of confusion on his face as he glanced down to where his hand rested on your ankle. 

“What is it?” You asked.

“Lay down for me for a second.”

You weren’t sure what he was getting at, but you still crawled off his lap and onto the bed. As soon as you were off of him, he turned around and looked at your legs, holding your ankle and slightly pushing up your skirt to better see them. 

Your cheeks warmed.

It had been weeks since you two had done anything. 

“Apple,” His voice sounded weak with emotion as his eyes flitted back to yours, “Can you take a deep breath for me, love?”

He watched closely as you took in a big breath, your chest expanding and deflating as you did so. Not a single cough passed your lips.

As you took another breath, you saw tears in his eyes, a look of pure disbelief on his face. 

“You’re okay?”

“Hm?” 

“Your leh-...your legs aren’t swollen,” He whispered, warm hand caressing your calf once more, “And you took a breath and it…it didn’t hurt you?”

You shook your head with a small smile, “It didn’t hurt me.”

“It worked,” He breathed, looking back into your eyes. 

Your eyes shifted back and forth between his. 

“What do you mean?”

“The curse...it’s gone.”

“Jungkook, what are you saying-”

Your words got cut off when he leaned down and pressed his lips to yours. 

Laying back on the bed, you sighed into his mouth as he climbed over you, hands back to pushing at your dress.

You didn’t understand what had gotten into him or why he was crying as he ran his thumb in circles on your bare waist, deepening the kiss as he did. Whatever was going on, you weren’t going to fight it. 

Jungkook’s breath shuddered as he moved back to look at you, then he leaned down again, unable to get enough of the taste of your lips.

Whatever would happen to him, it didn’t matter. 

You were going to live.

-

At first, you didn’t believe him when he explained that you were no longer cursed. But as the weeks passed by and you only felt more and more alive, it started to hit.

He never said what really happened in detail, only that he found a cure. He didn’t know it was going to work until he came home and saw you. 

Jungkook never hesitated to do anything with you. He wasn’t going to take time for granted ever again. There wasn’t a day in the following months that you didn’t go outside and run around, climbing trees and making him take you out on the boat.

Each day you felt stronger, even more so than before the symptoms started. It was like life was surging through you at new levels and shining from within. He could see the light in your eyes, the glow in your sweet face. 

You were going to live. 

____________________________________

It was May; Jungkook’s favorite month. 

It was the month of your birth, nothing could ever top it. The world seemed a little brighter, a little more colorful; just a bit more full of purpose. You turned eighteen in the middle of the month, but the start of that day wasn’t as fun as you thought it would be. That morning you didn’t feel well. The two weeks leading up to your birthday you weren’t feeling well either. 

You had missed your monthly course, but didn’t mention it to Jungkook. It was probably just late.

Jungkook was worried sick when it seemed you were constantly feeling nauseous in the mornings. He was terrified that the disease had come back. You assured him that you were fine, that it didn’t feel like it did before. You just ate something bad and it would let up soon. 

But on your birthday when you couldn’t even keep rice down during breakfast, saying that it smelt funny and you couldn’t eat it, he insisted something was wrong. He had been begging you to go to the village and be seen for a while, in case it was something serious, but you hadn’t wanted to. 

“Apple, please. Even if it’s just for me, to put my mind at ease,” He pleaded with you that morning for the hundredth time. 

“Okay,” You sighed, “If you’ll feel better, I’ll do it.”

“Thank you,” He kissed you on the forehead, “Can I take you there on my way?”

You nodded, letting him help you up from the floor. 

-

You smiled at Jungkook’s mother when she opened the door. 

“Why, ____! How wonderful to see you!” She pulled you into a hug, smiling at her son over your shoulder. 

“It’s so good to see you,” You whispered, hugging her back. 

“I need to go to the town for some supplies, today is the only time I can,” Jungkook said before looking at you pointedly, “Apple wants to speak with you, if that’s alright.”

His mother ushered you inside, “Anytime, my dear. We’ll see you later, Jungkook!” Then she shut the thin door, not sparing another word for him.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he went on his way. 

-

“My, how long has it been?” Your mother-in-law poured some tea into a small cup for you, smiling as you thanked her. 

“At least a few months,” You said sadly, “I’m sorry I haven’t visited you.”

“Oh nonsense, nonsense,” She waved off your apology, “You two are meant to be enjoying time with each other, not worrying about coming back to this place.”

You knew she was never a fan of the people around here either. But she did a lot of good in the village with her knowledge of medicine. 

“What did you want to talk about?” She asked before sipping her tea. 

You took a drink of yours before clearing your throat a little, “I’ve been feeling a little off these days. Jungkook insisted I come to you.”

She laughed, “Of course, he did.”

You laughed with her, both of you knowing how stubborn he could be. 

“Tell me about what’s been going on, dear.”

-

“Hey, I was expecting you to be at mother’s still,” Jungkook said as he came in the door of your home, “It scared me when you weren’t there.”

“Sorry,” You whispered, eyes locked on your hands. 

“What’s wrong?” He set his things down on the table and walked over to kneel in front of you, “She said it was nothing to worry about when I asked. But she wouldn’t tell me, she insisted I come back and hear it from you.”

“I-...” You bit your lip, excitement bubbling up in your tummy as you finally raised your eyes to his.

It was the best gift you could’ve gotten for your birthday. 

He smiled gently. 

You scanned his face, wondering if they would have his doe eyes, or his sweet pink lips. 

“We’re going to have a baby,” You whispered, biting the tips of your fingers, a smile slipping out even as you tried to keep it contained.

The complete and utter shock on his face made you laugh. 

“Really?” He finally whispered, his eyes staring into yours. 

You nodded, eyes shining as you took his hand and placed it on your stomach. 

“I told you I was okay,” You said quietly, scrunching your nose at him.

Jungkook’s gaze fell to where his hand rested on you, where your child was growing. You watched happily as he closed his eyes, a few tears spilling down his cheeks.

After a moment of silence, he leaned forward, placing both hands on your lower back and pressing a kiss to your stomach, making you giggle at the ticklish feeling. 

“I love you,” He whispered as he looked up at you. 

You pushed the hair out of his face, smile never dimming as you whispered the words back to him. 

-

If Jungkook was over protective before, he was even more so after finding out that you were with child.

Instead of climbing the apple tree, he pushed you gently on the swing when you wanted to be outside. You would sit on the ground, leaning your back against the tree and messing with the silky grass with your bare feet, giggling at the feeling between your toes. He would sit with you, chuckling at your antics as he handed you an apple, watching as you munched on it happily.

“How are you feeling?”

You answered the question over a hundred times every single day, but you didn’t mind. You would just laugh and tell him you felt amazing. There was never a time in your life that you had been happier. 

Only three years ago, you were told you would most likely be dead before you even reached your twentieth birthday.

You never thought you would be nearly four months pregnant with your first child at eighteen and married to your best friend. You didn’t know what happened to change things, but not a single day passed that you didn’t thank whoever was watching over you. 

-

“How-”

“Am I feeling?” You laughed quietly at the young man who was getting ready for bed and worrying his pretty little head off about you as usual while he did so.

Jungkook gave you a look, which made you laugh harder. 

“I’m just checking,” He whispered as he climbed into bed, nudging your nose with his, “Scoot over.”

You did as he asked, blushing when you saw him watching you with a smile as you struggled to make room. “What?”

“You’re just cute,” He laughed. 

Covering your face with your hands, you turned away from him. 

“Stop,” You whined as he fought with you to uncover your face. 

“Ugh, you’re so annoying,” He pouted, then smiled again as he placed a hand on your small baby bump.

The way your belly had started to grow was so endearing to him, a physical reminder of the life inside of you. Even as you hid, he pushed your nightgown up and over your tummy so he could place kisses along the skin that stretched slightly to start to accommodate his baby girl.

“I love you, Aera,” He whispered to your belly before kissing it again as you took your hands from your face, smiling at his words. 

“You really think it’s a girl, huh?”

“Only because it is,” Jungkook stuck his tongue out at you. You thought so too, so you didn’t argue. Jungkook had picked the name, saying it came to him in a dream. 

You loved it and there was never another thought as to what she would be called. It was perfect.

He moved up until he could kiss your lips, whispering against them, “Love you, sweet girl.”

“I love you, too,” you ran your fingers through his hair, “Jungkook?”

“Mm?”

“Thank you.”

“For what, love?”

You swallowed, “For saving me.”

It was the thousandth time you had thanked him. 

His smile was warm like honey, “You saved me first.”

-

It was August. 

It was the eighteenth day of August. 

The sun was bright, but it wasn’t too hot. There was a slight breeze, just enough to cool what heat the sun did provide.

You ate rice that morning, feeling better since the sickness in the mornings weren't present the past week.

You washed some garments early in the afternoon. Jungkook insisted he could do it, but you asked him if you could do at least a few things. You wanted to do something, you wanted to be helpful.

He couldn’t stop you from arranging the roses he brought for you from the bush on the small table, tucked into the vase that Taehyung had given to you after your wedding. 

“I’m fine,” You brushed him away with a laugh as he hovered over you while you folded the clothes that were dry after hanging outside since the day before, “I’m sitting, Jungkook!”

“I know,” He sighed, shifting nervously on his feet as he watched you, “I just don’t want you to overdo it.”

“Jungkook,” You gave him an unimpressed look, “I have not felt this good in months. I have barely done anything. All I’m doing is sitting and folding, it takes barely any effort.”

“I know,” He said again, but finally sounded like he might be calming as a small smile appeared on his face. After a few minutes in comfortable silence as you folded and he worked on his most recent project, he spoke up. 

“Are you hungry?”

You thought about it for a minute, then shook your head, “No, not really. You eat if you’re hungry though.”

He pouted, standing up and grabbing a pear from the small basket sitting atop the chest, “I don’t like eating when you’re not.”

You chuckled, shaking your head at his silliness. 

“How are they coming along?” You asked, trying to distract him. 

Jungkook immediately brightened and walked over to pick up his newest work, bringing them to you and setting them gently in your lap, “They’re finished.” 

You gasped at the most adorable little booties you had ever seen. It was clear he had spent time and a great deal of love on them. 

“Jungkook, these are so beautiful!”

He blushed, “Beautiful enough for our little girl?”

“Oh, certainly,” You smiled at him, holding the little shoes to your chest in a tiny hug, “She’s going to be so grateful to have a daddy that loves her so much.”

Jungkook breathed out an embarrassed chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck as he smiled at you. 

-

It was August. 

It was the eighteenth day of August. 

The sun had set. It was cool, but not enough to be uncomfortable as you settled into bed, pulling the covers up to your chin.

Jungkook was outside speaking with Taehyung, but you were exhausted, so you went to bed early. The three of you had been sitting around the fire, chatting. 

You had no worries. You didn’t toss any worries into the fire that night.

You went to bed early.

It was just over an hour later when you woke up, wincing at the foreign pain in your abdomen. Breathing deeply didn’t help. You sat up, a small grunt of pain leaving your lips as you did.

“Ah,” You tried to take another breath, but it only began to hurt more. 

Looking over to the door, you could see the glow of the fire still burning through the cracks. 

“Jungkook,” You called weakly, wincing.

Something was wrong.

There was a warm feeling between your legs. You lifted the covers but couldn’t see anything. So, you reached a hand down, brows creasing when your fingers came away wet. 

“Jungkook,” You called out again, fear settling in your heart, “Jungkook!”

The door opened and you saw him walk in, concern clear on his face at your hollering.

“Apple, what’s wrong?”

“I- I don’t know,” You began to cry, “It hurts.”

It was the eighteenth day of August. 

You remembered only fear and pain, the sound of Jungkook screaming for Taehyung to get his mother.

The feeling of strong arms lifting you from the bed and hurrying out of the front door. 

The moon was bright on the eighteenth day of August.

You could see it shining through the leaves as they blurred past. He was whispering for you to hold on. You were terrified. 

There were no clouds in the night sky, but the stars were shining.

The world felt cold.

There were no clouds, you couldn’t see them. 

You wondered if they could see you. 

You wondered if they wept for you. 

-

“Apple?”

You looked up from the small blanket in your hands.

Jungkook wasn’t sure if you were looking at him or through him. He swallowed thickly, his heart bleeding as he walked over and sat on the floor in front of you. Slowly, he took the blanket from you, but you didn’t react. 

“I’ve got some food for you, love.”

You said nothing. He took a steadying breath, then picked up the bowl of porridge and dipped your favorite wooden spoon into it, getting a good amount. 

“Open.”

You did nothing but look at the dirt on his clothes. 

“Apple, open your mouth.”

Finally, you listened, albeit slowly. He carefully placed the spoon past your lips, patient as ever while you swallowed. It was only a few spoonfuls that day. But it was more than the day before, where you hadn’t eaten a single thing.

“You did well,” He whispered as he set the still almost full bowl down next to him, “I’m proud of you.”

There was a faint smile on your face at his words, but your eyes were empty. Jungkook closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.

It had been two months since that night, since you lost the baby. You weren’t the same since. 

He hadn’t been well either, but he couldn’t let himself check out like he wanted to. Not if he wouldn’t be there to take care of you.

Every night, he cried more tears than he thought physically possible. His baby girl was gone, his best friend slipping away from him soon after. 

He wasn’t sure how much he could handle before he followed suit. 

-

It was not until six months after the loss, that you began to come out of it. All those months were nothing but a blur to you. You had no control over anything during it. All you could remember was the color gray. It was like you had forgotten everything; how to eat, how to sleep, how to breathe. 

You certainly didn’t know how to live. 

You weren’t supposed to live. 

That plagued you every moment of those months. The guilt of giving Jungkook something so wonderful only to take it away again. You hated yourself. It felt like you had failed as a mother.

You hurt your best friend because your body couldn’t do what it was made to do. 

By the time you came out of it, you were so ridden with guilt that you almost couldn’t handle it. Not only because of the miscarriage, but because you realized what you put him through for all that time. He didn’t even get to grieve. 

“I’m sorry,” You whispered, eyes glued to the empty vase by the door. 

Jungkook looked at you from where he kneeled by the chest, just finishing putting a few things away. 

“Apple-”

“No,” You choked out, “You don’t have to comfort me. I should’ve been there for you. I shouldn't have let you suffer alone.”

He sighed and stood up, walking over to be in front of you, “I don’t blame you for that.”

“I do,” You wiped at your eyes, “And I’m so sorry. Please forgive me-”

“There is nothing to forgive,” He leaned down and kissed your forehead, “Do you really believe you chose to be trapped in that state of mind?”

After a moment, you shook your head. 

It happened instantly. One moment you were going to sleep while your husband and friend talked outside, the next moment the world was gray and you couldn’t do anything.

You lost six months of time, it was not your choice. 

But you still felt horrible. 

A few nights later, you held him as he cried. 

You dried his tears, finally able to be there for him when he needed you. 

-

You opened your eyes to see the roof of the small shack right in front of you.

A smile broke out on your face as you sat up in bed and looked to the side to see the sun shining through the window in a golden stream dancing across the dirty floor.

The bed creaked when you climbed off of it, rubbing your sore limbs as you walked over to the tiny table that Jungkook placed in the corner, smiling at the vase of flowers sitting there, as pretty as always. 

The roses must be blooming.

You sat in one of the two wooden chairs, rubbing your eyes before sniffing the air. 

Something smells good. 

You stood and walked over to the door to step outside, squinting as the bright sun wished you a good morning, shining its blinding light into your eyes. 

“Hi, love.”

You grinned at the young man who was busy cooking something over the fire, his bunny smile directed at you the second you came out. 

“Hi,” You croaked, morning voice betraying you. 

“Are you hungry?”

“Very,” You laughed lightly. 

Jungkook stood up, dusting off his clothes before walking over and placing a kiss on your cheek. 

“Good, the food will be ready soon. Oh, and Taehyung is coming over.”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up at the news. You hadn’t seen him in far too long. 

Jungkook nodded as he tucked a stray hair behind your ear, then he took your hand and pressed a kiss to your finger, right where your ring rested. 

-

When Taehyung came, he was relieved to see the two of you in better spirits. It had been over a year since you lost the baby. He wished he could erase that night from his own memory, the thought of being one of you in that situation was unimaginable. 

Jungkook was to be turning twenty-one in only a few days, and you were nineteen. Both of you had seen far too much grief in life already.

It was the first time he had seen you after coming out of the stupor you were in for half a year. 

You were taken by surprise when Taehyung immediately went to you and pulled you into a hug. Putting your arms around him, you hugged him back. 

“It’s good to see you again, little bird,” He whispered after pulling back. You weren’t aware that the last time he saw you, your gaze had been so vacant that he wasn’t sure you had even seen or heard him. You were sitting on the bed, looking at the vase he had gifted to you and never elsewhere. 

-

Taehyung stayed with you two for a few days, spending Jungkook’s birthday there.

The day after he left, you were sitting in the swing, pushing yourself back and forth slowly. The leaves on the trees were beginning to change color.

You smiled sadly at the sight of a tiny leaf sitting right next to a larger one. 

Even time could never heal some wounds. 

“Your daddy’s birthday was fun,” You whispered, pushing the swing back again, “He would have loved to spend it with you.”

It was unclear exactly when you had started to speak with her while you were alone. You refused to believe she couldn’t hear you.

Maybe she was sitting with the invisible person or climbing the apple tree as you swung below it. 

“We love you, a lot,” You looked over to the little bush that you had always felt was where they sat to talk with you. It felt different. 

Standing up from the swing, you slowly walked over, holding out a hand. Ever so gently, you touched a little leaf hanging from one of the skinny branches. If you listened close enough, you thought maybe you could hear the sound of tiny laughter.

You turned around, looking at the forest around you, listening as hard as you could. Then there was the sound of a twig snapping, which made you turn again to see the newcomer. 

“Jungkook. You startled me.”

“Sorry,” He smiled at you as he came closer, “I thought you might have been out here.”

You nodded, smiling at the swing. 

Part of you wanted to tell him what you had been doing, for years even, back when it started with the invisible person. Perhaps it might bring him some comfort as well. You weren’t sure why you felt a bit self-conscious though. Nevertheless, you didn’t say anything. 

“Did I interrupt something?” Jungkook asked, sensing that you were a little distracted. 

You shook your head with a laugh, “Not at all.”

Taking his hand, you turned to walk back with him as he excitedly told you about the meal he had prepared.

There was no special occasion, he informed you, it was just because he wanted to do something for you. You had done so many things for him since you were little without needing a reason, always saying you just wanted to. 

You laughed at his rambling as you walked, swinging your joined hands back and forth. Only once, you turned and looked over your shoulder at the swing that moved slightly in the breeze.

If you looked close enough, you thought you might see her. 

Long black hair flowing down her back as she swung back and forth. Tiny hands were gripping the rope tightly. There were pale yellow wings, like that of a bird, on her back. Her little legs kicked under the swing.

You couldn’t see her face, only a small glimpse of her very small nose when she looked to the side and laughed at something. There was a child’s voice whispering on the wind, but you couldn’t hear what they were saying. A moment later, you realized what it was.

“I’m okay, mommy.”

You blinked, and she was gone. 

-

“I wish you wouldn’t go.”

Jungkook bit his lip at your words, feeling terrible. 

“I’m sorry,” He whispered, “I promised her I’d accompany her to the Cho’s, she wants to be there by the end of the week at the earliest.”

You smiled, brushing it off, “I know, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel bad for wanting to help your mother. I just wish the Cho’s lived closer.”

“So do I.”

“It can’t be helped,” You laughed quietly, “Your mother is too talented for her own good, pretty soon people will insist she multiply herself and live in each of their towns to help.”

He laughed, “She would do it too, if she could.”

-

You walked with him to the village to bid her farewell. She was so kind, it always brightened your day to see her. 

“I’ll try not to keep him too long,” She promised with a wink. 

You laughed, “Oh, keep him as long as you like. Make him do all the work.” Jungkook shook his head with a smile as you and his mother tittered, as if sharing jokes he was no part of. 

“You better go,” You gave her one last hug, “I don’t want you two traveling at night.”

His mother kissed you on the forehead sweetly, “Always so thoughtful. I will see you later, my dear.”

“Be safe,” You smiled warmly at her before turning to Jungkook. He leaned down and kissed the tip of your nose, pulling back with a smile.

“Is that all I get?” You whispered teasingly as his mother pretended to be busy with counting the things she was bringing. 

He only smirked, giving you a little wink as he backed away, “See you soon, Apple.”

-

He was meant to be gone for nine days. 

It wasn’t a quick journey to the town a few over; three days each way. And he was going to help his mother get settled for her two months stay.

The first few days were a little lonely, but on the fourth day, Yoongi came to see you. It felt like forever since you had seen him.

You sat and talked for hours on end, wanting to know every little thing that he had been doing. He told you all about the research he was doing on agriculture, and how he finally understood your love for nature. He also told you about the girl he was courting, much to his embarrassment at admitting how strongly he felt for her. 

It was wonderful. You had been so close as kids, growing up always made people and things grow apart. You hated it. 

Yoongi didn’t ask you how you were feeling, which you appreciated. You knew he cared, but he also knew and respected that you didn’t want to talk about it. The way you kept pushing the conversation onto what he was up to, made it clear enough even if he didn’t already know you well. 

-

Jungkook was meant to be gone for nine days. 

Word came five days into his absence, from a young teen boy, that he was going to be away for another week at most. You thanked the boy as he turned and ran off, laughing to yourself as you pulled the water bucket up from the well in the outskirts of the village.

The stream where you usually collected your water was oddly sparse that week, so you thought you might as well come into the village and see Yoongi before getting some water to bring back home.

The next day, you came back to see him again, getting more water on the way. As you were leaving, wooden bucket sloshing around with water as you held it in both your arms, you stopped when you saw someone standing in front of you. 

“I thought it might be you!” 

“Jisoo?” Your eyes widened when you saw the girl you hadn’t spoken to in at least three years. She looked a bit older, more mature than when you last saw her. There was a child in her arms, just over a year old at most. 

Jisoo nodded, “I’ve seen you around a few times over the years, but wasn’t sure if you wanted to talk.”

You laughed, “Why shouldn’t I?”

She shrugged, the baby on her hip smiling at you. You smiled back, a horrible pain in your heart as you did. 

“You were always off with that strange boy, what’s his name-”

“Jungkook,” You said, a bit shortly, “His name is Jungkook. And he’s my husband.”

“Ah yes,” She looked a little embarrassed, “Jungkook. I must admit, I never could see what you saw in him until the other week. He really has changed.”

You didn’t like the smirk on her face as she said that. 

“No,” You adjusted the water in your arms to better hold it, then you looked her up and down, “Out of everyone in this village, it seems he’s the only one that hasn’t had to.”

Jisoo didn’t respond at first, only shifted uncomfortably as you stared at her. 

“Yes, well,” A nasty smile curved on her lips, “Tell him if he ever wants a girl that can keep a baby, he can come to me anytime he’d like.”

She laughed at your silence before walking around you and leaving.

If there wasn’t a child in her arms, you would’ve dumped the water you were holding all over her. Only heaven knows what you would’ve done after that.

Instead, you stood there, unable to say a word or move a muscle, even after she left. There was a slight tremble in your knees as you stared at the dirt where she once stood. You blinked a few times, swallowing the pain from your heart that almost came crawling out of your throat in a horrible scream. 

After a minute, you lifted your chin and kept walking.

-

You were strolling along the outskirts of the village, a few flowers in hand that you picked, small white ones. It was silent except for the rustle of leaves and the very quiet mumbling of you talking to the forest around you as you looked for more flowers. 

“Pretty,” You muttered as you picked up a yellow one that you hadn’t ever seen before. 

The sound of running and someone screaming broke you out of your trance and shattered the sacred silence. You turned to see a young girl around twelve hurrying up to you. 

“You’re miss ____, right?”

Blinking in confusion, you nodded. 

“Please help us,” She whimpered, and you finally noticed the tears on her face. 

“What’s the matter?” You asked, fully alarmed. 

“My cousin he’s- he’s fallen ill. No one knows what to do since the medicine lady is gone.”

Your stomach turned, “I- I don’t know medicine-”

“You married her son, didn’t you?”

You nodded again, throat dry. 

“She must have taught you something! Please, he’ll die-”

“Take me to him.”

Your voice sounded much stronger than you felt.

The girl grabbed your hand and you ran after her, all the way through the village and to a relatively large home, one almost twice the size as everyone else’s. You went in, following the girl to a room where you could hear crying.

The second you stepped in, your heart stopped. 

Jisoo was there, weeping. There was another woman, her mother, pacing the room. Lying on the floor on a few cushions, was a small boy, only three years of age. He was sweating, little whimpers leaving his mouth. 

You snapped out of your shock and immediately jumped into action, “Get out,” You shoved Jisoo’s mother out of the room, gesturing for Jisoo to do the same. 

“I’m not leaving, why are you here anyway?!” She shrieked. 

You turned towards her and hissed quietly, “If you don’t want to leave your other child motherless, get out.”

The girl that had come to fetch you took the shocked young woman’s arm and led her out, explaining to her that you were there to help. That you knew the medicine lady and could help.

You shut your eyes, taking a deep breath. 

Pull yourself together. 

When you opened your eyes, your mind was no longer clouded with panic. You were not educated in medicine, but your mother-in-law did show you a few things over the years you’d known her that might be of some help.

You called out a few orders to the people outside of the room, telling them to hurry as fast as they could. Then you turned and went to the small child. He was looking at you, his eyes showing the terror he felt. 

“You don’t have to be afraid,” You whispered, offering him a gentle smile as you knelt on the floor next to where he lay. He didn’t resist when you placed a hand on his forehead, then carefully ran your fingers across it, brushing the damp hairs away. 

“You’re going to be alright, I promise,” You kept running your fingers along his cheeks, the action seeming to calm him, “I’m not going to leave you.”

He looked just like his mother.

Jisoo always had the prettiest eye shape, and he definitely inherited it.

There were frantic voices on the other side of the door, but you ignored them. 

-

For hours you stayed in the room with the boy, cooling his skin with wet rags and feeding him the remedies that you could remember how to make. The people outside did everything you asked and would leave things at the door for you to grab and bring back inside with you.

When day turned into night, you still sat there with him, replacing the cold cloths on his skin with fresh ones. He eventually fell asleep. 

You sighed with relief, knowing the worst had passed. If he could sleep, he was going to be fine. 

-

You woke up on the floor of the room, blinking at the sun coming in through the window. Only a few feet away, the child still slept soundly.

Reaching out a hand, you felt his forehead, then mumbled a prayer of thanks to the invisible person you knew was there. They must have listened to your earnest requests the night before; his skin was cool to the touch, and he was breathing normally.

You stood up, groaning quietly at the soreness of your muscles from your sleeping position. 

When you walked out and saw Jisoo sitting on a stump just outside the door, you approached her, “He’s going to be fine.”

She flinched at the sound of your voice, then turned and saw you standing there. It was silent for a minute, then she stood up and faced you, “If you think I’m going to thank you, then you’re just as crazy as they always said you were.”

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but that certainly wasn’t it. 

“How dare you barge into my home and order me around?” Jisoo stepped closer, “Of course he’s going to be fine. He was just feeling a little off, you did nothing, you are not a hero.”

You stared at her for another minute. 

“Ok, Jisoo,” You finally whispered, moving to get around her. She grabbed your arm though, before you could leave, “Don’t ever step foot into my home again. We don’t want your curse spread to us, infertile witch.”

Shoving your arm away as if she would catch something from being around you too long, she walked back inside.

All you could do for a moment was bite your lip harshly and stare at a stick on the ground. You knew, deep down inside, that even if you had known that would be her response, you still would’ve done the same thing; that child didn’t deserve to be in pain. 

You walked all the way back to the shed, for the first time saying nothing to the trees and flowers that you passed on the way. 

Maybe they missed your voice. 

Maybe they cried for you. 

-

You woke up the next day feeling strange.

The night before, you had felt a little hot and didn’t pull the covers over your body like you always did. In fact, you had chosen to strip yourself of all your clothes in the middle of the night while half asleep, which would explain the confused state you were in upon waking up completely naked. 

Your head was aching and the sun was too bright.

Why ever was the sun that bright anyway?

You didn’t realize that you had slept well into the afternoon after unknowingly tossing and turning for hours in the night. 

Standing up from the bed after pulling on a simple dress, the room spun for a moment before righting itself. You were going to get some fruit from the basket, but decided against it when the thought made your stomach turn.

You drank water instead, then climbed back into the bed and removed your obnoxious clothing again, but this time pulled the covers up to your chin and promptly fell asleep. 

-

Yoongi knocked on the door of the shed again, waiting with furrowed brows. You hadn’t come into the village since the day before last and he was worried. The stream was still too dry to gather water and he had been expecting you to be going back for more at the well and visiting him while you were at it.

You said you would.

He had heard about what happened with Jisoo and wanted to let you know that her son was feeling much better. 

When the third time he knocked was still unanswered, he opened the door and walked into the small but comfortable living space. His eyes were instantly drawn to the bed, where there was a little lump in the covers. 

“____?” He walked over and shook your shoulder gently, “Wake up, you daft girl. It’s mid-day already!”

When you didn’t respond, his frown deepened and he shook you harder, letting out a small gasp when you turned over and he saw how clammy your skin was. 

“____, wake up!”

Finally, you peeled your eyes open, they looked glassy and unfocused. 

“Hm?”

Your cousin turned your body more to get a better look at your face, noticing briefly that you were unclothed under the covers, “____, what’s happened? Why are you like this? Are you ill?”

Your brows creased as you looked at him in confusion, “Wha-...Yoongi, is that you?”

His stomach dropped at the state you were in.

Something was terribly wrong. 

“I’m going to go get someone,” Yoongi spoke slowly and clearly, “I need you to do your best in waking up, alright?”

You didn’t really acknowledge him, only mumbled something incoherent, but he didn’t have time to figure it out. He rushed out of the shack and through the woods, unsure who he was going to get but knowing he needed help. 

-

The next few days were horrific. 

There were two other people in the shack alongside Yoongi that did more than they ever cared to when you were young.

They tried their best to feed you, to cool the burning heat of your skin, to keep you from thrashing about and hurting yourself when you were racked with suffering.

You didn’t understand what was happening. You didn’t recognize anyone there, not even your own cousin. All you knew was that you were in pain and scared. 

Sometimes you saw your mother, standing over your bed and shaking her head at you in disappointment. She kept calling you the sick one, the sick one.

Sometimes you saw a man that you thought was your father. He did nothing but stare at you emotionlessly, standing in the corner of the room. 

Most of the time you saw the strange people with cloths over their mouths. They would put painfully cold things on your head and try to pry your mouth open to shove things inside. You fought them the best you could, but you grew weaker by the hour and couldn’t fend them off for long.

The nights were the worst at first; the pain reaching levels you had never experienced, ripping broken screams from your throat. Soon, the nights blended into the days, the agony never ceasing. 

You didn’t know why two of the strange people left one day and never came back.

You didn’t hear Yoongi urging them to leave after seeing the rash spreading on your skin, telling them to stay away from the others until they knew they hadn’t caught it, lest the entire village be consumed by typhoid. 

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Yoongi sat outside of the shack, staring at the lone flower that was growing a few feet in front of the door. Inside, you were screaming. 

The only thing he could catch from what you were sobbing was Jungkook’s name. 

Apparently you remembered him. 

You had been sick for nine days, only growing worse each day.

Taehyung ran up, breathing heavily as he stopped in front of his older friend. 

“Jungkook is on the way home, but he doesn’t know.”

“You know this, how?” Yoongi mumbled. 

Everyone he had sent out over the past week said they couldn’t find him.

“Someone said they passed him on the road two days ago, he wasn’t in a hurry. He doesn’t know-”

The sound of agonized screaming reached his ears, his eyes widening in horror. He almost ran in, but Yoongi stopped him. 

“Don’t.”

“But-”

“There’s nothing we can do now,” Yoongi whispered, grief clear in his eyes, “You cannot risk going in there and catching it. You shouldn’t even be here.”

Taehyung took a faltering step back, shaking as his hands came up to cover his ears at the next round of dreadful sobbing. 

“Taehyung, look at me.”

His eyes darted to the older boy. 

“You need to get Jungkook, before it’s too late.”

He hated that he understood what was meant by that. 

He hated that he understood no one could save you. 

Stumbling away, Tae turned and ran, disappearing into the forest.

Yoongi gulped and turned to look at the door, knowing what would meet him when he went back in. Miraculously, he had not caught anything yet.

That did not lessen his fear of entering.

Catching it was not what he feared. 

Stepping back into the door, Yoongi’s gaze fell on you instantly.

You were crying quietly, dressed in nothing but a thin nightgown, too weak to rip it off of your otherwise naked body. There was no recognition in your eyes when they landed on him. 

“Please,” You whispered hoarsely, throat torn to shreds from the only way you were able to manage the torment you were in, “I need him.”

“I know.”

“Why hasn’t he come for me?”

It was the most you had said in over a week, your exhausted gaze drifting around the room, as if searching once more. 

“Why did he leave me?” 

Yoongi saw the endless stream of tears on your cheeks, his heart breaking.

Your chest shook with each little breath you took, not enough to keep your lungs full.

“I’m scared.”

You didn’t know who this was in front of you, but there was no one else to talk to. 

“I’m so sorry, ____.”

You blinked, a few more tears falling. Your body had been trembling for days, you couldn’t control it. Yoongi noticed that you no longer tried to, you just laid there, shivering. 

“He said,” You swallowed, voice shaky, “He’d never leave me.”

“Jungkook is coming, ____. I promise. Just hold on a little longer.”

At his words, he saw a tiny smile on your chapped lips. The indescribable pain you were in was clear, but there was a tiny light in your eyes when you heard his name. 

“He’ll come and hold me?” You whispered, eyes locked on the stranger standing next to your bed. 

“Yes,” Yoongi choked out, “He will come and hold you until you fall asleep.”

“Oh,” Your eyes shifted, a small smile still on your face as you looked at the dead roses in the vase behind the stranger, “Okay.”

After a few minutes of silence apart from the ragged breaths that escaped you, Yoongi went and sat in a chair at the little table, his head falling into his hands. 

“It hurts a bit,” You mumbled, staring at a tiny crack in the ceiling. 

He swallowed, knowing that it hurt a lot more than that. 

-

Taehyung ran until he couldn’t breathe, yet he didn’t stop.

He kept running.

Jungkook couldn’t be too far away, he couldn’t be.

It wasn’t too late.

-

Yoongi stood up and walked to the bed, a horrible pit in his stomach at how silent you had been the past few minutes.

When he got closer, he saw your chest rising and falling slightly. He let out the breath he had been holding, fingers digging into his eyes as he rubbed them.

You weren’t gone yet. 

The smallest groan slipped from your lips. He watched you closely for another minute, then he heard the sound of running from outside.

Turning, he hurried out of the shack, but saw no one. He decided to go down the path a little way to see if he could see them approaching. 

“Taehyung?” He called out, “Jungkook!”

But there was no answer.

-

“Jungkook!!”

Jungkook flinched in surprise when he saw Taehyung running towards him, screaming.

He smiled and waved, adjusting the sack on his shoulder that he had been carrying for a while. Maybe he could get Tae to carry it back for him.

But he was only a few minutes from the village, why was he meeting him here?

Taehyung stumbled, falling into the younger, who caught him. 

“What’s gotten into-”

“It’s ____!” Tae choked out, coughing violently from not being able to breathe. 

“What?” Jungkook’s heart stopped in his chest. 

“She’s- she’s sick-”

Taehyung couldn’t even finish his sentence before Jungkook took off running, the things he previously carried lying in a heap on the ground.

-

Jungkook raced all the way to the village and through it, ignoring the silent stares as he passed.

His heart was in his throat, terror filling him as he ran as fast as he could. 

The village was quiet that day. 

The people watched as they always did. 

But the village was quiet that day. 

-

You opened your eyes slowly; the stranger wasn’t there. 

They had left you. 

Your bottom lip quivered before you bit it, the excruciating pain in your abdomen silencing your cries; it hurt too bad to scream.

A shaky breath went into your lungs, trickling back out seconds later.

He didn’t come back. 

You blinked, a tear rolling down your cheek. 

You were all alone. 

“Apple. You love me, right?”

His voice echoed in your muddled brain as you stared at the wilted roses across the room. 

“Yes,” You whispered weakly, the room turning cold, his presence that you thought was there fading away.

Please don’t leave. I’m scared to be alone.

Fear slowly started to consume you as your eyes drifted around the dark empty place you called home. 

Then they closed gently. 

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When your eyes opened again, there was someone standing there. 

You sat up, confused when it didn’t hurt.

It didn’t hurt anymore.

Nothing hurt, at all. 

There was an overwhelming sense of calm around you. All of the worries that plagued your mind were gone. You couldn’t remember a single thing that once caused your heart to be so heavy with grief. 

Your eyes lifted back to the person standing in the middle of the room. It was a small girl, only five years of age; long black hair falling past her shoulders and doe eyes watching you.

There were feathery yellow wings on her tiny back, and a bunny-like smile on her cute face. 

She looked just like somebody you once knew. 

You couldn’t remember who it was though. 

The girl stretched her hand out towards you and you finally noticed there was another figure there as well, standing next to her.

You couldn’t see their face, only a bright glow shaped like a tall human. The two of them felt familiar somehow, like they had been waiting for you for a long time.

“Come on,” The little girl laughed, “You’re okay now.”

You moved your legs to the side of the bed and climbed out.

There was no hesitation as you walked forward and took her tiny hand, the smile on her face growing even more when you did.

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Jungkook rushed through the forest, thin branches scratching his face and arms.

But he didn’t stop.

When he could see home, he pushed himself harder, fear gripping his heart when he saw Yoongi standing just outside of the door, staring at nothing. He pushed past the silent man and stumbled inside, freezing up at the sight that met him. 

You were lying in the bed, seemingly asleep, but with face and lips drained of color. The dark lashes resting on your cheeks were a stark contrast.

He stood there, staring at your figure.

“Apple?” His voice sounded far away, not like his own. 

Jungkook walked forward, bending down and cupping your cheek with his hand.  

“Wake up, Apple,” He whispered, brushing the hair from your face and shaking you gently, “I’m bah-...I’m back.”

When you didn’t respond, he shook you a little harder, his whole body beginning to tremble, “Please,” His voice broke, “Please wake up…I-”

A quiet sob cut him off as his shaking hands cupped your cooling cheeks once more, “Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me-”

He carefully lifted your frail body, pulling you into his lap and cradling you in his arms.

Yoongi stepped inside the door.

Taehyung came in right behind him, his eyes closing slowly when he saw Jungkook sitting on the bed and holding you against him in a tight embrace.

“Apple, I’m sorry, pleas-” He whimpered as he held the back of your head with gentle hands, rocking you back and forth, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”

He wasn’t there.

He wasn’t there to hold you.

You were cold and alone. 

A sob tore itself from his throat as he held you tighter, praying that you could feel his warmth and hear him begging for you to come back.

You weren’t supposed to go without him.

“Jungkook.”

“Please don’t leave me alone,” He pleaded hoarsely. 

Maybe, if he begged hard enough, you would listen to him and come back. 

“Jungkook.”

“Please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry I broke my promise, Apple. I won’t leave you anymore,” Jungkook coughed, choking on his tears, “I won’t leave you ever again, ever.”

Yoongi gulped, unsure what to do. The guilt was eating him alive; he had stepped out only for a minute. Because of him, you died alone.

“I promise we can climb the apple tree whenever you want, you can eat all of the fruit before dinner, I won’t ever say no,” Tears ran down his face as he caressed your hair, just the way you always liked, “I won’t tell you that you should wait until after dinner, I promise. I promise.”

Taehyung put his face in his hands, his stomach turning. It didn’t feel real, you couldn’t be gone. 

“You were faster than me.”

Tae looked up to see Jungkook was cradling you like a child, thumb brushing your cheek as he spoke softly, his eyes running over your face. 

“You beat me to the swing, fair and square.”

Yoongi sucked in a breath and bit his lip. 

Memories of that day floated through his mind; the way you shrieked with laughter as you climbed onto the swing, too small to get on easily. 

“Push me! Push me!”

He could hear your tiny giggles clear as day. 

Jungkook rested his forehead against yours, his breath warming your lips as his hot tears fell onto cold cheeks, “I love you,” he spoke under his breath, for only you to hear, “I loved you since the first moment I saw you. I can't live without you.”

Maybe, if he said it enough times, you would listen to him and come back. 

“Jungkook,” Yoongi choked out, “We need to move her.”

There was no reply.

Taehyung swallowed the heavy lump in his throat, “Yoongi-”

“It’s still contagious,” The older boy whispered, “We can’t let him be with her for too long.”

“But-”

Yoongi turned on him, anger and sorrow lit up in his eyes, “Get him out of here.”

Taehyung clenched his jaw, then walked around him, over to where Jungkook was still whispering to you. 

“Jungkook,” He took a shuddering breath, “I’m sorry.”

It was like he couldn’t hear a word the older boy was saying, tears falling endlessly as he held you close, continuing to sway you just a little.

Taehyung moved down to remove one of Jungkook’s hands from you, but the younger’s grip tightened. 

“Jungkook-” Tae strengthened his own efforts, finally prying his hands from you and trying to pull him up. 

“Let go of me!” Jungkook screamed, ripping his arm away and moving to hold you again. He kept you in his lap, arms around you protectively, refusing to let either of them close. 

Yoongi stepped in, “Jungkook, you need to let go-”

“No!”

“Let her go,” Yoongi’s voice cracked as he struggled with pulling you out of his arms while Taehyung grabbed Jungkook. 

“Stop it!” Jungkook was bawling his eyes out frantically as he reached for you, “Don’t take her! Please!! Yoongi, Yoongi, please!!” 

Taehyung wrapped his arms around Jungkook’s chest, not letting him get a chance to fight your cousin, who was gently laying your body on the bed again and covering you with the sheet. 

“Please!!!” Jungkook was screaming at the top of his lungs, heart crushed far beyond repair, “Please don’t take her!!”

“Get him out!” 

Taehyung dragged Jungkook kicking and screaming from the shack.

In the tussle, they knocked into the small table, the vase teetering for a moment before falling to the floor, a long crack running through it as the dead roses lay scattered about. 

“I hate you! I hate you!”

He didn’t know who he was screaming at. 

But maybe, if he screamed loud enough, you would hear him.

Maybe, you would come back. 

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It was the year 1523 when you left him.

You were nineteen years old.

Jungkook sat curled up in the corner of the shack, legs tucked up to his chest as he stared at the broken vase on the floor. It had been three days since you passed, he hadn’t slept. All he had done was sit in the corner and stare at nothing.

He shut them all out.

They had taken you away from him. 

He never saw you again. 

Except in his mind. 

His days and nights were haunted by the last time he had spoken with you. 

“Is that all I get?” 

Your voice echoed in his mind, the smile on your face burned into his bruised and bleeding heart. He didn’t kiss you, he didn’t tell you he loved you.

All he did was leave.

Jungkook closed his eyes and leaned his head against the wall, a tear sliding down his cheek and dripping from his chin. 

-

He would be found only hours later, still curled up in the corner.

It was a broken heart, they said.

It took three agonizing days after your death for him to follow.

For a human heart can only take so much pain, before it can’t. 

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“How utterly wretched.”

Jungkook opened his eyes to see a tall figure standing over him as he sat in the corner of the dark shed.

The only thing he felt while looking at the demon who was staring at him with mock pity, was an empty hatred.

He whispered hoarsely, “You said she would live.”

Lucifer leaned down, a sneer on his face, “I only said I would get rid of her disease. Typhoid fever is a nasty business, isn’t it? Strange that she was the only one in the village to catch it after miraculously helping the boy. A real tragedy.”

Jungkook just stared at him. 

“A life for a life, that’s what you told me,” He finally spat, the anger beginning to spread through his body. 

“Ah yes,” The Devil chuckled and rocked back on his heels, as if the whole ordeal was quite amusing to him, “See, we didn’t agree on a third life though. I was far too nice to let you get off so easily with conceiving the infant.”

Jungkook gulped. 

“Oh,” The miserable creature’s face fell and he pouted, “That one didn’t make it either, did it?”

“She,” Jungkook hissed, “Her name is Aera-”

“Well, it was going to be,” Lucifer threw his head back and laughed, “Rest assured I had nothing to do with that unfortunate incident.”

It was silent for a moment, then Jungkook spoke up quietly, “You were never going to save her, were you?” His eyes were locked on the dead roses, “You lied.”

“And you,” Lucifer crouched and leaned close, “Fell for it.”

Jungkook’s eyes closed as he did his best to conjure up an image of you.

You were somewhere safe and warm, where the sun kissed your cheeks and danced upon your fingers.

Somewhere the apples were sweet and crisp, where the water was never too cold.

There was a sharp pain on the skin of his outer right bicep, making him grit his teeth as the demon laughed darkly.

“Look at how ruined you are,” The voice whispered with shameless glee, “All because of love.”

You were somewhere you could fly with the clouds, never alone.

Somewhere the roses would always bloom. 

“Don’t bother.”

Jungkook opened his eyes and looked at the demon. 

“She isn’t anywhere pleasant.”

His heart shattered into a million little pieces. 

“She’s somewhere cold,” Lucifer stared at him, “Stuck alone in the dark, full of unbearable torment, just like her last moments..”

Jungkook’s breath caught in his throat. 

“All because you left her. All because of Him.”

The young man’s eyes were filled with tears of anguish that slowly ebbed into a deep resentment with each word the Devil spoke. 

“He did this to you, you know that right?” Lucifer smirked, “You were created by Him. He made you, so that you could suffer.”

The despair clung to his heart like a lead weight, another burning scratch going across his skin, right where the pounding muscle lay.

“He created you to love her and lose her. Tell me; was it worth it, Jungkook?”

The torment wouldn’t come to an end. 

The deal was struck and the punishment would never lessen.

Even without understanding why, the agonizing torture of his heart ripping itself to shreds over and over again, would never ever stop. 

For a human heart can only take so much pain, before it can’t.

But the heart of a demon can never die.

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a/n: tysm for reading, your thoughts are always welcome

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[familyvideostevie]

48 with Eddie pls 🥹

dusting this off for some nice eddie fluff (i guess this is hurt/comfort, too). i took the prompt and manipulated it just a bit, but hope this is still to your liking! <3 (cw: car accident, hospital) gn!reader

tending to your lover’s wound, placing a kiss on top of their head, grateful they’re still alive ___

The emergency room is practically empty. A youngish man in scrubs greets you at the front desk.

"Can I help you?" he asks. He seems to check you over, wondering what you're going to admit yourself for. But that's not why you're here.

"My boyfriend is here?" you say, voice turning up at the end as if maybe you've got this all wrong. As if Wayne didn't call you to say that Eddie had been in a car accident. As if you're going to wake up any second from this nightmare.

"What's his name?" The nurse's eyebrows draw together in concern.

"Eddie. Eddie Munson." Your voice catches and you swallow frightened tears. Wayne had said he was fine, just a broken arm and a few cuts on his face, but still. You've been in too many hospitals with Eddie to be calm.

"He's here and he's fine," the nurse says, his eyes soft and voice gentle. "He's resting though, and it's after hours --" You clench your fists. It's not this guy's fault, you tell yourself. Rules are rules, no matter how bad you want to see him.

"--but I won't tell anyone if you won't." A sob escapes at his kindness and he tells you the room number. You walk as fast as you can around the desk, eyes on the walls to make sure you don't miss it. He's fine, you tell yourself. But you have to see it to believe it.

You're so focused that you almost smack right into Wayne in the hallway. "Woah," he says, hands on your shoulders. "You made it." He's calm and that makes you calm down a little. "Go on in," he tells you.

As soon as you lay eyes on Eddie, the weight lifts from your shoulders. He's laid out in a hospital bed in a drab blue gown, head turned away from you to look out the window. You can see the white plaster of the cast encasing his left arm.

"Eddie?" you say. Your voice sounds loud in the room. He whips around to face you and you see the butterfly bandages over a gash on his forehead. His right eye is bruising and his lip is split but he smiles wide, hardly wincing. He looks tired.

"Sweetheart," he says. "You here to play nurse?" You don't reply to his flirting as you all but run over to the bed and grab desperately at his uninjured hand.

"I--" you stutter. "I--you--Eddie, I--" His thumb strokes the back of your hand.

"Breathe, baby," he says gently. "I'm okay. That old van airbag did her job." The way he's comforting you when he's the one in the hospital bed makes a few tears you've been holding in finally leak from your eyes. You sit down heavily on the side of his bed, wondering how much you can touch him without hurting him.

"Are you okay?" you ask, even though he just told you he was. His face does something funny like he's trying to decide if he should lie to you or not. But, as usual, he folds under your gaze.

"Sore," he says. "They gave me some painkillers for the arm but they're not the fun ones because I'm not very loopy. No concussion, but I got these pretty scrapes from some glass." Your free hand lifts of its own accord to ghost over the wounds. "I'm not gonna break," he says. "You can touch me." He leans his cheek into your hand and sighs.

"What happened, Eddie?" It's maybe the most normal reason he's ever been in the hospital and you can barely believe it.

"Deer. Ran out in front of me and I swerved and hit a tree. Airbag caught my arm at a bad angle and the windshield shattered. Someone drove by almost right away and called 911. Guess I'm just lucky like that." You make an affirmative sound, not trusting yourself to speak. "The van is toast, though." He pouts.

"I'm glad you're okay," you whisper. "Wayne called and he told me you were, but I just couldn't help but think the worst."

The pout turns to a frown at your lingering distress. "C'mere," he says, tugging on your hand. You gently lean towards him, and he presses his face into your neck as he breathes you in. You drop a kiss onto his hairline, letting yourself linger.

"God, you smell good," he mutters. "This whole place reeks of stale farts." You let loose a weak laugh and he keeps going. "Hey, I bet we can find you a nurse's outfit somewhere around here. Then you can really take care of me, yeah?" He nips at your exposed neck and you scoff.

"I guess you really are fine if you're coming onto me right now," you say, pulling away. He's grinning and you can't help but grin back.

"I am," he says. "Now what's a car crash survivor gotta do to get a kiss around here?"

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #eddie munson x gn!reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson blurb #blurb #emma's asks

[snapple16]

Hello, Hello! So since I mentioned it here first I'm gonna share the first ch for the Bowuigi 20s au here! Now as I say on my fics comments much appreciated!

Warnings!

Tw: Blood, Guns. It's a gang fic so..

Also this ch is tame compared to what I have planned

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Cricket song filled the night air as fireflies danced amongst the tree trunks. The small man-made lake glittered in moon light, owls called out to the night as they took flight. It was a peaceful night, until the grind of wheels on the dirt road interrupted the nighttime symphony. The headlights of the two vehicles were kept off even though the occupants were on their own land. They didn't want to draw attention to themselves. The first vehicle, a Willy's Overland Whippet 93A came to a stop just on the shores of the lake. The car's occupants filed out, the four turtle like creatures moved quickly around to the large padlocked chest strapped to the back. The driver pulled a large key ring from his pocket, letting out a triumphant noise when he found the key on the large ring and unlocked the trunk. The larger of the four a five foot ten bruiser reached in and pulled out the beaten up occupant.

"Pl-please.. I.. I didn't want to.." The koopa pleaded as he was dropped unceremoniously on the ground. The green shell on his back was cracked badly, leaking blood as did his nose. The brown hair on his head was matted from blood and dirt. The front passenger door of the specially built Rolls Royce Phantom Limo opened as a nicely dressed koopa hybrid got out, his head was clean shaven a few black scales dotted around his single eye while the other was covered in an eye patch. A black shell lay over the suit jacket.

He moved over to the back of the door and opened it allowing the King to exit. "King" Bowser Ryujin was an intimidating sight for his men to behold no matter how many times they saw him. Standing a little over seven foot tall with firey red hair slicked back between two sharp horns, sharp fangs poked out from his bottom lip of a mouth set in a human face that always had a nasty smirk. Dressed in his nice three piece suit with his large spiked green shell on the back he looked every bit of the Mafia boss that he was. His scaled tail swished back and forth like a cat waiting to pounce on its prey, fiery red eyes glowed as they focused on the koopa man before him. From behind him came a much shorter man with round rim glasses and a pointy cone hat perched on his head, dressed in a fancy suit Kamek did not look at all that intimidating until he waved the wand that doubled as a cane.

The bloodied koopa started to crawl toward his old boss still trying to plead his case. "Boss, I.. I'm so sorry I didn't want to. You gotta believe me. King Boo he.. he tricked me.. he said he'd-"

The koopa flinched as the one eyed koopa reached into his jacket, the traitor expected a gun or a knife instead he pulled out the case holding the King's prefered cigars. The other koopa pulled one out and deftly clipped the end and offered it up to his king. Bowser plucked it from his third's fingers holding one end up to his mouth where he blew a small flame on the end catching it on fire. He blew it out allowing the end to smolder before he stuck it between his lips.

"Marky, Marky, Marky." Bowser shook his head as he started toward the shivering koopa on the ground before him. "I don't care why you did it. I don't care that you let that over sized marshmallow trick you. I care that you BETRAYED me, now had you come to me and told me what he was going to do, I might have let you live for even entertaining the idea of betraying me. Maybe I'd only take a finger or a hand. Now I'm afraid you put me in a difficult position: Kill you quickly and end your suffering, or make it last."

In what seemed like a split second of thinking the koopa Mark chose for him. Seeing no other way out of the situation alive Mark tried to scramble up and make a run for the lake. He seemed to have forgotten what the king had living in the lake, for in a matter of seconds he was overwhelmed by alligators attracted by the scent of blood. The screaming only lasted a few seconds. Bowser took a deep inhale of his cigar before letting out the smoke with a few sparks.

"Howitzer." Bowser motioned to his third.

"Sir." Howitzer nodded, he didn't even need to be told what to do already knowing what his boss wanted done. It was going to be an unpleasant night for Mark's family.

*

The midday sun shone brightly on the street, the pedestrians had smiles as they enjoyed the spring sun. The warm beams seemed to point toward one particular flower shop, the shop name Bella Rosa was carved into a green and blue plaque over the front door. The bell of the small flower shop jingled, signaling another customer coming in. Luigi Mariano, the owner, stood from behind the counter where he'd been kneeling, blue jean overalls slightly dirty at the knees. His blue eyes sparkled brightly as he saw who had come in.

"Mario, mio fratello!" Luigi smiled brightly as he moved around the counter to greet his older yet shorter twin brother.

In terms of appearance Mario had the same blue eyes as Luigi, his mustache was a little more styled than his brother's. Clothing wise however they were on the complete opposite of the spectrum. Mario was sporting a red three piece Italian pinstripe suit, which only made sense since he was the boss of the Mariano family mafia. Despite his lifestyle Mario always made time to visit his little brother. While Luigi was spared the life of a mafia leader or at least second, their father had made sure he still got into 'real man's work' and had him drafted into the military, special forces to be exact.

Mario had been furious and wanted to get his little brother out, unfortunately before Mario could get to him Luigi had finished his basic training and was shipped out. By some miracle, Luigi had survived the first world war and made it home. To Mario's shock, he was still the same sweet, slightly skittish man he'd been when he left. Even so Mario made sure his baby brother wouldn't be involved in anything violent ever again. Now head of the family Mario had a protective order put on Luigi and his shop.

"Lu, how's business?" Mario asked warmly as he embraced his brother, not at all bothered by the dirt getting on his thousand dollar clothes. "Must be good since its spring time."

"Its going well, everyones getting ready for mass and Easter sunday." Luigi nodded pulling away. "What are you up to?"

"Just a routine drive around. DK's wanting to meet up later for drinks so I figured best get work out of the way." Mario stated. "Heard rumors there's been a few koopas running around the area."

"Only the few civilians that don't live in Bowser's territory. Not all koopas work for him you know." Luigi shook his head. While he's heard stories of the terrifying dragon turtle hybrid he'd never seen the man. Not that he wanted to, if even some of what he'd been told was true. "I know I'm beating a dead horse but please try not to get caught by the police in a speakeasy or start any fights?"

"Hey, I don't always start those fights and I've never been caught." Mario huffed, crossing his arms. Luigi couldn't help but giggle, even as a mafia leader his brother still acted like a child sometimes. It was good to see Mario still had his heart even with what he does for a living. "Oh by the way, Peach wants to meet up this weekend with us and the other girls. Daisy's gonna be there." At Mario's eyebrow wiggle Luigi just rolled his eyes, his brother knew his preference lay with his own gender. Didn't mean Mario wouldn't tease him relentlessly.

"Still, please try to stay out of trouble. I really don't need your men dragging your tail in here like they did two months ago." Luigi stated.

"Hey, that was not my fault. DK said that area was legit, how was I supposed to know it had already been overtaken by those koopa creeps?" Mario defended. Luigi just shook his head as he pulled his older brother back into a hug.

"Go handle your business, I got orders to fill." Luigi smiled at him as they pulled apart.

"You sure you don't want me to leave a couple men here for you? I'm sure they'd be willing to help out." Mario offered. Luigi shook his head no.

"No, Fratello, you need all the help you can get to keep you out of trouble." Luigi smiled. "Now go on."

Mario always hated leaving his little brother alone since he came home from the war. Not that Luigi couldn't handle himself, the skinnier Mariano brother was a gentle soul and prefered talking to fighting. He would rather himself get hurt than someone else. And the last time he left Luigi alone he'd been shipped out.

Mario sighed as he nodded. "Alright, bro. I've been hearing some of King Boo's men and more of Bowser's have been spotted roaming our streets at night. So don't go out unless absolutely necessary, and even then call me so I can send someone to be with you."

"Mario, I'm not a little boy anymore you know." Luigi rolled his eyes.

"No but you are a mafia boss's brother. A dopo, fratellino." Mario walked toward the door where his men waited outside for him. As the door closed he looked down at the toad with blue spots, "Mikey, you stay close to this shop. If Lu leaves you, follow him, capiche?"

"Comprendo, Boss." Mikey nodded with a salute to his mushroom cap.

"And for God's sake stay out of sight this time." Mario ordered as he approached the car waiting for him. Mikey saluted again as he hurried away from the shop front toward a good vantage point.

All the men under Mario 'The Plumber' Mariano learned one particular rule upon their initiation: No one touched Luigi Mariano. Any who broke the rule, gang member or rival member learned very quickly what Mario's wrath felt like.

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Chapter 21: Baatir (Second Chances - Hunter x reader)

Baatir. v. care, worry about

Chapter summary: You and Hunter spend some time getting to know Pabu.

Chapter warnings: mentions of anxiety and vigilance as a trauma response; dialogue lifted directly from the show but not a 1-to-1 translation of 02x13; Hunter (a warning all on his own); slightly suggestive so 16+ but this entire work is building to 18+ so minors skedaddle; if I missed anything please let me know!

Word Count: 3,239

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You misunderstood Phee Genoa, you quickly realize.

Warm, salty air fills your lungs with a heavy sense of comfort, one that is both reassuring and unsettling. Gazing up at the large stone structure at the edge of the courtyard, you fidget with your exoskeletal armor. Sweat beads against your skin and collects in your curves; you grimace, wondering if it would be rude to step away to doff the exoskeleton. But you don’t want to miss out on the conversation carrying on just a few feet away.

Shep Hazard and his daughter Lyana had graciously greeted you as you disembarked your ship, and embraced Phee like an old friend. They’d called this place Pabu, a haven for refugees. Hunter’s eyes had met yours then. You’d seen the same hope flickering in your chest ignite in his eyes. 

“That’s the Archium,” Phee explains, drawing your attention. She sweeps her arms out in a grand gesture. “It holds artifacts of cultural significance to many of Pabu’s residents.” 

You blink. “So all your treasure hunting—”

“—has been for Pabu,” she finishes your sentence with a coy smile. “These people took me in when I needed it, so I help them in the only way I know how.” 

“Phee, that’s...amazing,” you say. You’d truly never realized she did what she did with real purpose; and to be fair, you’d never even thought to ask. “Can we see the inside?”

“I would like that, as well,” Tech interjects, one finger raised. “I am most intrigued to study the artifacts you have gathered here.” 

Phee pats Tech’s shoulder. “All in due time, Brown Eyes. First, dinner.”

“Aw-yeah-ha-ha!” Wrecker cheers. “I’m starving!”

“When are you not?” Tech says. He follows behind Phee, peering around at the courtyard’s architecture. 

Wrecker shrugs off the half-hearted insult. “C’mon, Tech. Real food. Even you can’t say you’re not excited about that.” 

Tuning out their banter, you find Hunter already gazing at you, care and patience etched across his face. Your breath catches for a moment. He looks resplendent in the tropical afternoon sun, his tanned skin glowing with life, natural highlights shining in his curls.

“Nav, Hunter, come on!” Omega calls, already halfway across the courtyard. 

You chuckle. “Coming, kid!” To Hunter, you say, “Shall we?” 

He gestures for you to go first. “By all means, cyare.” 

You have to suppress the giddy grin that threatens to break over your face. He falls into step beside you, and the pair of you follow the rest as Phee, Shep, and Lyana lead the way to the Hazard family estate. Twice your hands brush, knuckles kissing, and sparks zing up your arm at the contact. Each time you glance up at Hunter. He doesn’t acknowledge your questioning look—until it happens again, and you catch the tiniest smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. Shaking your head, you loop your pinky finger with his for just a moment. In that moment, you squeeze, trying to convey everything you still want to say to him: you want to know all there is to know about him, but mostly, you just want to tell him ‘thank you.’ 

He seems to understand what you’re attempting to communicate when he squeezes back. 

Then the moment passes and you let your hand drop back to your side.

Shep Hazard’s words float to you on the humid air. “...oldest part of the island. As we’ve grown over the years, we’ve expanded below the wall into Lower Pabu.”

Letting your eyes wander, you drink in everything the island has to offer. Trees bursting with ripe fruit, children scampering up and down streets playing tag, cozy wooden homes lit cheerfully from within; and farther out, the vast ocean, waves coruscating in the sunlight: this whole place seems like a dream. A paradise. Too good to be true. But stars, how you want it to be real.

Your mouth moves before you realize you’re speaking, externalizing your train of thought. “You mentioned that the villagers here are refugees.”

Shep turns and gives you a warm smile. “Many, yes.” He stops, gesturing to the neat rows of homes that cling to the mountainside. “Pabu has been a safe haven for those forced to flee their homes during the war.” 

“And you’re not worried the Empire will show up?” Hunter asks. 

���Why would they?” Shep chuckles, not unkindly, but you recognize the humor he finds in the question. “We’re a remote island with limited resources. But if they do, we’ll manage.”

You all lapse back into silence for the rest of the walk. Though it isn’t far, you encounter many smiling faces, each of them open and welcoming. These people know what it’s like to lose your home, to need the safe presence of community. In the weathered, sun-kissed lines of one elderly woman, you find yourself reminiscing on the woman who ran the orphanage and practically raised you. In the toothy, crooked smile of a young couple who waves to Shep and Phee, you find Arien and her family. And in Lyana’s excited giggles as she and Omega chase each other up the street, you find your tiny spark of hope steadily growing into a cautious flame. 

With a broad smile, Shep pushes open a wooden gate and ushers you all into an outdoor patio, screened above with flowering vines. “I’ll be back in just a moment with food.”

Wrecker excitedly seats himself at the rough-hewn table in the center of the patio, his eyes gleaming. Tech seats himself across from his brother, nose buried in his datapad. You catch a glimpse of his screen—he furiously types notes about the vegetation and wildlife, small green monkey-like critters who chatter at you from the patio wall. With a smirk, you settle in the chair to Tech’s left. Phee takes the one to his right. Hunter lowers himself into a seat across from you. The two girls continue chasing one another, and it makes your heart soar to see Omega laughing so freely, getting to interact with a kid her own age.

“She seems to like it here,” Shep says as he returns, arms laden with platters of fresh fruit, vegetables, and fish, along with a clay jug. “You know, a little stability might do you all some good.” 

Only a well-placed kick under the table keeps Wrecker from grabbing an entire tray for himself. He shoots you an abashed grin, and waits for everyone else to grab their food before taking what’s left. And what is left is more food than you and the squad have probably seen in one place in a long, long time. Even Tech, who eats only the bare minimum, helps himself to seconds. The jug, you quickly learn, contains a berry-based alcohol sweeter than meiloorun; both you and Hunter down multiple cups. 

“Dad, can we go down to the docks?” Lyana asks as soon as her plate is cleared. 

Shep waves his hand with a glance at Hunter. There’s a slight flush high on Hunter’s cheeks, likely a combination of the drink and the setting sun, and he smiles in adoration at Omega’s pleading eyes. 

“Be safe,” he says. 

Cheering, Omega and Lyana bolt back out the wooden gate and disappear from view. Their giggles take longer to fade, but once they do, you find yourself studying Hunter once again. He looks...relaxed. Like island life has already sunk its hooks into him and drained all of his worries into the boundless ocean. You want to join him in his state of calm, but a lone worm of doubt remains, wriggling and insistent, in the pit of your stomach.

“So,” you begin, “stability.”

Shep turns his attention to you. Deep brown eyes meet yours steadily. “People only come to Pabu seeking a new life. A new beginning. As I said, we have limited resources; there is no real reason for the Empire to bother us here.”

“You haven’t met the Empire,” you say with a wry smile. “I want to believe you, I really do.” 

“What’s holding you back?” Shep asks, his lilting voice soothing and grounding. 

You hesitate. Shooting a miniscule glance to the others, you find Tech with his ear tilted towards you though his eyes remain fixated on his datapad; Wrecker picking at his teeth with a toothpick; and Hunter watching your conversation like a ball match. This is the opportunity you’ve been looking for, you know, the one you’ve been longing for without ever realizing what the ache in your chest meant. If you stay here, you have a higher chance of living the quiet, comfortable life that you and the squad deserve. The squad can stop being a ‘squad’ and start just being a family. 

Sighing, you shrug, deflating. “Old habits.” 

“I understand.” Shep rises from his seat. “You should tour the island. Perhaps that will put your worries at ease. Speak to the villagers, hear their stories. If you still have doubts, we can talk.” 

Rolling the idea over in your mind for a long moment, you eventually nod. “Thank you.” Rising, you look down at yourself, but decide to leave the armor on. Never know if you’ll need the protection. Old habits truly do die hard.

“I’ll go with you,” Hunter says, standing as well. “Shep, thank you for hosting us. Everything was—” 

“Amazing!” Wrecker interrupts. “I’m full! I’m never full.” 

“I will note the date and time to commemorate such a momentous occasion,” Tech remarks. 

“You...what?” Wrecker says. 

Shaking your head in amusement, you step away from the table, Hunter a step behind you. You have no idea where to start, but the road from Shep’s home leads in one direction only, so you have no choice but to follow it as it winds down the slope. Tropical birds swoop overhead. Small green-gray primates chitter and scurry underfoot, freezing for a moment to stare with wide, blank eyes before darting off into the underbrush. It doesn’t take long for you to reach the first homes. Despite having just eaten, you can’t stop the way your mouth waters at the scents of spiced food, fresh-baked bread, and sweet desserts that waft to you.

“Thank you,” Hunter says as you pass by another row of houses. 

You glance at him with a curious quirk of your brow. “For what?” 

“What you said back there.” He gives a tight-lipped smile. “I want this to be real, too. But I have to consider every angle of the situation.” 

Nodding, you let his words set in. Finding you have none to return, at least none that feel adequate, you simply reach your hand out. You lace your fingers through his, gloves sliding against gloves, but you can feel his warmth nonetheless. Some of the anxious knot in your chest unwind at the feeling.

Soft yellow porch lights begin to flicker on as the sun continues its inexorable descent to the horizon. The sky above you gently shifts hues, dazzling orange becoming painted purple becoming star-studded indigo. Walking hand-in-hand with Hunter down the quaint, even streets, you can almost imagine your life here, together, as a family. 

A conversation from a nearby home becomes louder for a moment as the front door swings open. Curious, you turn to look, and find a small boy standing on the stoop. Dark hair cut close to his skin, his clothes are a little bit too big on his frame. He gives you both a wide smile and a wave before bounding off the stoop toward you. 

“Hi!” he says. Even in the low light, you can see the gaps in his gums where his baby teeth have begun to fall out. “You’re the new people!”

Chuckling, you lower yourself to one knee to get on his level. “That’s right. How’d you know?” 

He points back toward the top of the island. “New people always bring new ships.” 

“That makes sense,” you say. “What’s your name, kid?”

“Min.” He beams, chest puffing out. “I’m the oldest!” 

“Were you born here, Min?” you ask. 

Shaking his head, he says, “No, but Ma brought me here when I was still a baby. She says I’m prac’ly from Pabu, which she likes because she didn’t like our old home.” He looks between you and Hunter, and his eyes widen. “Whoa! Is that a tattoo?” 

Hunter chuckles and mirrors your pose. Min studies Hunter’s face with wide-eyed rapture, his jaw hanging open. 

“That’s so cool,” he says, awe filling his voice. 

“You should see the rest,” you say. 

Min’s round eyes dart between both of you before he turns and sprints back towards his house. “Ma! Ma, guess what!” He yanks the front door open and disappears inside. 

You find Hunter already staring at you when you glance at him. The look on his face is peculiar, pensive and hopeful and some other emotion you can’t identify in the low light. “What?” 

“Nothing.” He shakes his head and stands, then holds his hand out to help you up. “Just...thinking.”

You hum. “Well, whenever you want to share those thoughts, I’m here.”

Twining your hands together again, Hunter tugs you along, moving farther and farther down the mountainside. Every few switchbacks, you pause to talk to someone: an old man who only recently relocated here with his adult daughter, who has seen the Empire up close and personal and says he’s never felt safer in his life than here on Pabu; a middle-aged woman and her wife, who have been here since the dawn of the Clone Wars, and who express some anxiety over the Empire but who firmly believe that Pabu is protected by its seclusion; and half a dozen more who all express similar sentiments. 

By the time that you and Hunter reach the beach, the sun has taken all her light with her, leaving the island blanketed in full night. Stars twinkle in the dark sky. Waves crash against the shore, rhythmic and calming, the world’s heartbeat. You feel no need to rush. Even if taking your time feels foreign, you remind yourself there is no mission to complete, there is no mission to begin, there is just you and Hunter and the waves.

“So,” he says. 

“So,” you echo. 

His hooked nose is in sharp profile against the lights dotted across the island’s flanks when you glance at him. Broad shoulders and narrow waist, strong arms that just a few hours ago were holding you close in the hold of your ship. Your body warms at the memory.

With a soft chuckle, Hunter slows to a stop, forcing you to do the same. Lifting his free hand, he brushes his knuckles over your cheekbone. You can’t resist the impulse to nuzzle into his touch, eyes sliding shut, a contented sigh soughing from your lungs.

“I think we should stay,” he says, voice barely loud enough to hear over the crashing waves.

You nod, eyes still shut. “I agree. Everyone here... They seem convinced they’re safe. Every single one of them.”

“They’re either brainwashed or being genuine,” he muses. 

You snort out a laugh. “If that’s brainwashing, how do I sign up?” 

His fingers catch at the back of your neck, and you don’t have time to react before his lips are on yours. Sighing, you wrap your free arm around his broad shoulders. The noise of the beach fades as you embrace one another, mouths moving in sync, lips molding to one another like you were made for this. Your heart beats against your sternum, hard and demanding to be acknowledged.

“Are you okay?” he mumbles against your lips. 

“Stars, yes,” you say. “Are you?” 

Humming, he presses you closer, tilting his head to deepen the kiss. “Your heart. S’loud.” 

Face flushing with embarrassment, you break away from him to gaze up into his darkened eyes. Forcing yourself to keep an even tone, you ask, “Is it a distraction?”

He blinks at you in confusion. “No.” 

“Oh.” 

“Was I supposed to say yes?” he asks. 

You laugh lightly, relaxing. “No, sorry. I just—your senses. Do I ever overwhelm you?” 

“All the time,” comes his immediate response. But the way he says it, like he’s grateful for your presence, for the way that you must flood his system and torture him, gives you pause. Your own confusion must show on your face because he continues, “You’re my safety net. Your scent, your heartbeat, your body’s electromagnetic impulses, all of it is...” He huffs a laugh. “I can’t get enough of you, cyare.” 

Face warming for an entirely different reason, you do your best to ignore the way your core flutters with excitement at his admission. “So it’s okay for me to...I don’t know, sleep in your bunk without permission?” 

He nods.

“And if I wanted to maybe wear your shirt and give it back, would that be acceptable?” 

Jaw working, he nods again. 

You press your luck and decide to ask one more. “And if I wanted to know how to make sure you can smell, feel, sense me for hours, what would you say?”

He gasps sharply through his nose, eyes studying your face intently. He seems to find whatever he’s looking for. Using his hand still around your neck, he tilts your head to the side, lowering his head to skim the tip of his nose up your sensitive skin. You feel the cool inhale of breath as a shiver dances up your spine. Your own breath caught in your throat, all you can do is stand there, trembling in his embrace, as he draws in your scent. You nearly whimper at the press of rough lips to the juncture of your neck and shoulder, the bite of his fingers as they tighten on your body, the low growl that vibrates from his chest.

And then he pulls back, breathing heavily. “Does that answer your question?” 

Blinking, you can only nod. You open your mouth to respond, but no sound comes out, coherent thought having fled your capabilities. 

Hunter chuckles and flashes a smug smirk. You want to be mad at the expression, but given that your knees are still shaky and that your brain is doing a hard reset, you can’t find it in you to hold it against him.

Tucking you against his side, your armor clatters together as he gently guides you back along the beach the way you came. The two of you move slowly; you can only imagine that he’s as reluctant for this private, stolen moment to end as you are. 

So you dig in your heels, sinking into the damp sand. “We don’t have to go back yet.” 

He looks down at you with a half smile. “The others—”

“—can comm us if anything comes up,” you finish for him. “C’mon. Sit with me. Talk with me.”

He watches in quiet amusement as you extricate yourself from his strong arms and plop down into the sand. Stretching your legs out, you pat the ground next to you, giving him your best pleading eyes.

“Sir, yes, sir,” he teases, lowering himself next to you, legs crossed at the ankle. “What do you wanna talk about?” 

You beam at him, mind flashing to the holoscans back on your ship. “Everything. Anything. If we’re staying here, I want to get to know you better, not the sergeant.” 

The look he gives you is so openly grateful that it steals your breath away.

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Hi dear, may i ask for Raph x broadway musical actress reader headcannons pls? And remember to hydrate love 💗

Raphael x Fem. Broadway Reader

Thank you, you too! Edit: Honestly, I wrote this way better originally, but my computer randomly decided to update and Tumblr doesn't automatically save, soooo yeah.

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🧶The Mutant of the Opera🧶

Warning(s): ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Among your admirers, there's one special turtle who's your biggest fan.

✨✨✨✨

The first thing about you that Raph fell in love with?

Your voice.

It was strong and soulful, drawing him in, but warm enough to keep him rooted one night at practice.

It was your third musical, first in New York, and you were a supporting character, so you didn't have to come every night considering you didn't have many parts.

And opening night? He was mad you weren't the leading role.

You had the looks, the voice, and the charisma.

Hence, the giant turtle currently on the roof ignoring his communication device.

He made sure to show up each night, soon coming to the roof mere moments before you appeared. He had you timed.

🎶"Lift your head up, darlin'!... Never let them see ya' down. Never be afraid of yourself, keep your feet up off the ground...as you fly! To the sky! Reach your dreams, way up high!"🎶

He hoped to see you again.

And he did, the next year, you were a main character, yet not a leading role.

He hated not being able to watch you like everyone else.

But you had such a presence, it honestly didn't even matter.

And after that musical, you had a fanbase.

Raphael created an anonymous account to fanboy with the others.

Then he was waiting, waiting for you to come back.

Then news came, you were coming to New York to stay.

You lived there now!

And a year and a half later, you got that leading role.

"'Bout time. She ain't fit for anythin' else but lead," Raph complained.

"What're you talking about?" Mikey peeked over his shoulder at the newspaper article Raph was reading.

"Don't worry about it--"

"That broadway star you have a crush on?"

Raph scoffed, awkwardly looking away, "It's not a crush..."

"Dude, you've been talking about her for at least three years. It's a crush."

"Is not!" he weakly defended.

It kinda was.

He didn't tell anyone about the magazine he stole that you did an interview in.

And he refused to actually show Leo how excited he was when he came home with a poster of you for him.

He was excited for tomorrow night, you got a role that you deserved and he couldn't wait to see you play it out.

Okay

He was not ready

Your voice sounded different, a good different like you've been working hard on it. It had a different strength to it.

You pulled off a dark, edgy look quite well

And combined with your stage presence being stronger than ever, he was quite flustered by your performance.

🎶"I might be the good girl goin' bad. Getting hotter by the degree. But this freedom makes me glad. I'm happier just bein' me!"🎶

Okay, yeah.

He could admit the dark look was hot on you.

Well, what he could see from this angle anyway.

By the time the show ended, he hadn't even realized it.

No one had, you were that captivating to your audience.

Thundering applause.

And then the musical was over.

But something, something that night had him following you as you left the theater after everyone was gone, your shoulders sagged in relief as you stopped in the alley for a moment.

"Sheesh. That was so nerve-wracking! I hope I did well..."

Are you crazy? You could've been a tree and still be the star of the show, Raphael thinks.

"But I suppose I always get nervous the first night..."

He might have a thing for your voice.

You bite and release your lip as you go into thought.

"Now I have to drink all that wine by myself, everyone kinda just dipped out on me. Even the staff left..."

And the worst thing happens.

Raphael unconsciously adjusts his footing and you hear movement.

"Who's there?"

Raph wished it wasn't him.

Your arm snapped up in defense, "I have pepper spray and I'm not afraid to use it!"

He couldn't help but smile at the cute case the painful spray was in. If not for the contents inside, it wouldn't be very intimidating.

"Come out! I know you're there! Don't bother trying to leave now!"

Fierce little thing, aren't ya'?

"I don't wanna scare ya' doll face," he graces you with a response after some silence.

"I don't scare easily, I lived in Baltimore for a while, so I've seen a lot."

"You ain't seen me."

"Try me."

He sighed, time to scare his crush.

He eased down and out of the darkness, hands up in surrender.

You dropped your pepper spray in shock.

"Well. You're right, I haven't seen someone like you, before."

Your eyes were wide, trying to process what you were looking at.

"I won't hurt ya'...I was just watching you--That don't sound right, uh..."

You tilted your head, the large man--was he a man, he seemed more like an animal...a shell, a turtle--seemed to be more afraid than you were.

"Are you male?"

He didn't expect that to be the first question you asked...he didn't expect you to ask anything at all.

"Yeah. I'm a guy, why?"

"Just checking...I...I know some animals are genderfluid or whatever. I don't know how it is for...turtles, right? You're a turtle. Not a tortoise?"

"I'm a turtle."

You blinked, "A...big...turtle. I don't remember them being that big."

"Mutant turtle, princess."

"I...see."

"You're not scared?"

"Honestly? I'm too confused to be scared at the moment."

"Suppose that's fair."

You apprehensively put away the pepper spray after eyeing his weapons. "I'm [Name]."

"I know."

"..."

"I-I didn't mean for that to sound creepy...I just--I'm a fan..."

A giggle bubbled from your chest, "You're a fan of mine?"

"How could I not?"

Then he continued to go into a ramble.

Which was flattering.

"Eh...That's so embarrassing."

"It seems you've been watching my work for a while."

"I've watched every show you've done here."

"Really? Where? I would've thought you'd be noticed for sure."

"The roof."

"The roof? You could hardly see much from up there."

"Well, I mainly just listen to ya'. I see what I can."

"Hm..."

Raphael did not expect to get a private performance in the empty theatre.

After double-checking everyone was gone and the cameras were off, of course.

You were such a doll and ordered pizza, too.

He snuck in a little wine.

No one had to know.

He'd crack some jokes in between, cutting off your singing and trading it for laughter.

"Raphael--let me--let me finish!"

He had lots of fun.

And during the ordeal...he found his heart beating even harder for you.

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Part one - working late

Warnings- smut ( minors dni), swearing, unprotected sex, public setting, mention of hickeys, mention of bulge kink, aftercare

Authors note- part one of the series finally here and I’ve actually proofread for once. Hope y’all enjoy and if there’s anything I’ve missed from the warnings pls let me know. Enjoy and hope y’all are excited for this and the rest of the series

Word count- 3.2k

Your private life had always been a mystery in the office. And you liked it that way. You liked knowing that even though you’d been there for three years now, everyone you worked with knew your name and age and that was it. You weren’t one for idle chitchat, and the office was full of gossips, so you knew one tiny piece of information could be spread to the whole building in less than an hour. The air of mystery surrounding you wasn’t something you disliked. Especially when you heard the way your colleagues would judge others. Just last week an unwanted pregnancy was announced on the floor above and the rumours you heard were unbelievable. Most people on your floor didn’t even know this woman, yet everyone had an opinion on her life.

‘She could abort it’

‘I wonder who the father is’

‘Does she even know the father?’

‘Well I heard she was asking for it’

‘Hope she can afford a kid’

All of it was exhausting to you, and so you kept yourself out of it all. If anyone asked about your weekend, you often gave short succinct answers. ‘It was fine’ was always a quick conversation finisher. Eventually most people stopped asking, knowing it was like drawing blood from a stone to talk to you. All except your closest work friend- Sunghoon.

You’d been desk mates with Sunghoon for almost a year now, and although he only knew your age and name (like everyone else), you knew an obscene amount about his life. His family tree, his dating life, even his cats personal lives. You knew more about him than you ever planned, but you actually didn’t mind. Daily rundowns of his life filled your morning coffee catch ups before your working day began. And you sometimes even looked forward to his rambling, enjoying the distraction he always offered.

Yet another Monday rolled around, and you headed to your desk, ice latte in hand when you saw Sunghoon. He was already situated at your shared desk, his own coffee in hand. ‘Morning hoon’ your voice jolted made him jump, as he replied a cheery ‘good morning’ back to you. ‘I have news y/n. Big news.’ He was practically overflowing with excitement as you settled yourself at your desk, encouraging him to share. ‘Apparently the company has a new client and the CEO asked Jay to pick the account manager’

Jay park was your boss. He’d been managing this floor since before you joined, and had always been an intimidating man. His eagle eyes missed nothing, and sharp features made for a stern face when he was angry. You had to admit, even when he was angry, he was extremely attractive. His features made him stand out in an imperfect way, the small scar across his nose adding to this. He was a formidable boss, and one you rarely wanted to cross. And yet the thought of him choosing a new account manger was thrilling. It was a massive opportunity for anyone on your floor, and one you’d be gutted to miss.

‘Holy shit. A brand new account. Who’s the client?’ You were still processing, and wanted as much information as you could squeeze out of your desk mate before the day properly began. ‘No idea who the client is. All I know is Jay will be stalking round the office today, trying to figure out who to pick.’

The thought of jay stalking his way around the office made the news suddenly less thrilling. Since the summer barbecue a few months back you had tried your best to avoid your boss at all costs. Too many glasses of sangria and poorly chosen shoes meant that your office summer barbecue ended with you falling onto jay, spilling his drink all down his clothes in the process. The fall itself wouldn’t have been so bad, if it wasn’t for the fact that you were so drunk you struggled to stand, meaning you were laid on top of him while Sunghoon tried and struggled to lift your weight.

The embarrassment was too much to live down in your mind, and so you spent the past few moths avoiding jay as much as you could. Although you wished to continue to avoid him, this opportunity wasn’t one that you were going to let go easily. So when you saw him enter the office at 9am sharp, you steeled yourself and stayed out at your desk, instead of running off to hide in the toilets or copy room like normal. He strolled into his office, acutely aware that the entire floor was on edge. He loved it. That feeling of control over so many people sent adrenaline rushing through his body. He had power over all of these people, and it felt great. As he stared out of his glass walled office, he caught your side profile, noting how you hadn’t left your desk yet to avoid him- you thought you were much more subtle than you actually were. He found it endearing. And cute.

You were unaware that Jay had spent the last few months studying you. Learning your quirks and habits. You were oblivious to so much in the office.

‘Morning y/n. Sunghoon.’ A cheery voice from behind startled you. You turned to see Sim Jake, another of your colleagues you didn’t mind. He worked between the mail room and copy desk, and would often come and visit you and Sunghoon at your desk, shirking off work under the excuse of delivering letters to your shared desk. You rarely got work mail, so the majority of jakes visits were usually spent chitchatting about nothing.

‘Morning Jakey.’ You replied, turning back to your computer as he moved closer to your desk. He perched on the end of yours and sunghoons desk, resting against it as he began talking to Sunghoon about some new game. They’d been talking for about 10 minutes before they turned their attention to you. ‘So y/n, any plans this weekend?’ Jake asked. The same question every week. He’d been trying and failing at asking you out for almost a year now. Although you knew what he wanted, you always played dumb to tease him, and it always worked. Some may think it’s cruel but he was always so cute when he got flustered. ‘Hmm no plans I don’t think probably just chilling at home’ you replied truthfully.

Before Jake could sweep in and finally take his chance to officially ask you out, Jay was hovering over your desk.

What you didn’t realise, was that the entire time jake had been at your desk, Jay had been watching the three of you from his office, quietly seething, unable to take his eyes off of you. He had to calm himself before stalking over to your desk, worried he might come off too harsh if he didn’t take a minute to breathe first.

‘Y/n. My office. Now.’ He commanded, his voice harsh, walking back to his office as soon as he’d finished his sentence. Startled by the suddenness of his appearance, you quickly stood and walked into his office, leaving jake and Sunghoon behind. As you slipped into Jays office you caught jake fake crying dramatically onto Sunghoons shoulder, his perfect opportunity missed.

‘Close the door.’ Jay wasn’t even looking in your direction as you stepped into his corner office, but the reflection from the large windows let him know you were inside. Once the door was closed he turned to face you, sitting at his desk before motioning for you to take the chair opposite him. As you sat he began to speak.

‘I’m sure you’ve heard by now that there’s a new client being added to our books. You’ll be pleased to know I’m choosing you to head the account.’ He paused for dramatic effect as the news sunk in. You were managing the new client. This opportunity was massive for your career, and you were practically buzzing at the thought. In your excitement you didn’t notice jay stand from his desk, coming around the front to move closer to you. ‘Since this is the first account you’ll be managing, I’ll be keeping a close eye on you. We’ll be working closely together from now on.’ As you looked up you finally realised how close jay had gotten to you, his small scar catching your eye.

‘That means no more avoiding me y/n.’ He said in a whisper so close you could feel his breath on your skin. You could smell his cologne and he smelt heavenly, the masculine scent filling your space. As a small squeak left your lips he stood once more, moving back behind his desk before dismissing you. ‘That’s all for now y/n. We’ll have our first meeting tonight. I look forward to working with you.’

With his words ringing in your ears as you walked back to your desk, you couldn’t help the wetness that somehow found it’s way into your underwear. Jay knew you had been avoiding him. You suddenly had the urge to run away from the office, far from Jay and his eagle eyes and perfect woody scent. But alas, you had a job to do.

You spent the morning catching up on client emails, and spent the afternoon in meetings, anticipation growing with each passing hour as your meeting with jay grew closer. He had scheduled a 5pm meeting, which was when most of the office would clock out for the day, leaving you and jay alone on your floor.

As 5pm rolled around and each section of the office cleared, you made your way to Jays office. You knocked politely on the door before opening it, walking in once he gave you permission. You sat once more in the chair across from his own, nervous at being alone with the intimidating man. ‘Let’s get started shall we. Probably easier if you come sit here. I can show you my computer set up easier that way.’ He said, standing from his chair and motioning for you to take his spot. You weren’t sure why you needed to sit in his chair, but followed his orders either way. As you situated yourself in his chair you felt him lean in from behind you, his intoxicating smell once again filling your nostrils as his breath fanned against your cheek.

You stayed like this for almost half an hour. You prayed your blushing cheeks didn’t look as obvious as the felt, Jays closeness causing a slight panic in you. As he explained thoroughly the work, you felt him getting impossibly closer to you. By half past 5, you were practically breathing the same air. You focused on calming yourself, Jays proximity sending your hormones haywire. Using all your brain power to keep yourself together, you started to lose focus on what he was saying.

‘Y/n? Did you hear what I just said?’ Shit. He was asking you a question. ‘Umm sorry. Could you repeat that?’ You asked.

‘Sir’

‘I’m sorry?’ You gulped.

‘Can you repeat that sir?’ His correction sent a shiver down your spine, his stern words making your blush all the more prominent. You stuttered slightly, trying to find the right words before Jay interrupted.

‘You know you’re so pretty when your flustered. Blushing and stuttering for me. So cute.’ As he spoke he turned his full attention to you, the complex computer programme left forgotten in the background. With your eyes latched on to each other, you held your breath, anxiety and adrenaline filling every inch of your body at the thought of what might come next. His hand moved between the two of you to cup your cheek, his long fingers gently caressing your lips before moving to grip your chin. Before you could process the last 2 minutes, your lips were captured by Jays. His plump lips moved quickly against your own, soft yet firm. He controlled the kiss perfectly, his hand still on your chin to manoeuvre you however he wanted. Before long the kiss became filled with more tension, the two of you becoming more and more lost in the moment, and in each other.

As he lifted his face away from yours, you tried to follow his lips with your own, not ready for the kiss to end. Yet with his hand still firmly on your jaw, he separated you easily, pulling away from your slightly swollen lips. ‘So needy for me baby. Come on little one’ he said as he stood fully upright, taking your hand in his own as he did.

You stood by his side as he cleared his desk before turning to you. His hands slid around your waist as he moved you backwards toward his desk, lifting you up once your back hit the cool wood. Perched on his desk, your legs separated by him, he captured your lips once more. This time his kiss started with passion and intensity, the softness from before long gone as desperate need took over. With him stood between your legs, your skirt had started to bunch around your waist, exposing more of yourself to him than you ever thought you would. His hands stayed on your hips, pulling your core closer to him as your hands roamed his back.

A small moan left your lips as you felt his arousal against your core. The fabric of his office trousers did little to hide how turned on he was, and the thin lace of your panties betrayed you as well. He took your arousal as a sign to grind into you more, the friction between the two of you pulling moans from both of you. Your hands around his shoulders pulled his body closer to yours, the feel of his body pressed against your own not enough to satisfy you. Scrambling fingers work open his shirt buttons, rushing to push the fabric over his broad shoulders as quick as you could.

You had always found men in suits ridiculously hot, but nothing could prepare you for what jay was hiding under his clean white shirts. His tanned skin was firm and smooth, toned muscles covering his torso. His arms were strong and supple, and as your eyes trailed down his delicious abs he pulled your chin up, chuckling before placing another chaste kiss against your lips. He moved on from there, placing small quick kisses along your jaw and neck while you gasped out at the pleasure he was giving you. He made his way down your neck before stopping abruptly.

‘Is that a hickey little one?’ He said, fingers running over the small mark at the junction between your neck and shoulders. ‘N-no it’s from my curling wand. Sir’ you replied, a slight stutter in your voice. You were thankful at your decision to add sir, as jay seemingly dropped the matter, grinding his hips forward once more into yours. Jay knew what burns and hickeys looked like, but you looked so fucked out already he couldn’t bare to dwell on it now.

His lips ventured past the small red mark, trailing over the exposed skin above your blouse while his hands worked their way from your hips, inside the fabric of your top and up to your bra. Cupping you tightly, jay pulled more moans from you, stripping you of your blouse in a matter of seconds. Your top was quickly followed by your lace bra and skirt, leaving you just in your soaking wet panties.

Kissing his way down your torso, he hovered over your core before moving lower, opting instead to tease you with delicate kisses along your thighs. Your need was growing, and you were losing patience when you started to beg.

‘Please sir. Need you sir. Need more please’ you whined out. Jay hovered his body over yours as you lay back on his desk, a smirk across his face as he gripped your chin harshly. ‘Don’t be impatient little one.’

With that he moved to free himself from the restraints of his suit trousers, his member hard and red from the previous friction. After ripping your lace panties away from your core, jay lined himself up with you, teasing your entrance once more to hear you beg before plunging himself into you.

‘Fuck sir.’ You whined out as he filled you up. You felt every inch of him inside you, your walls stretching to accommodate him. With a lust filled kiss on your lips, Jay began to pull out before harshly pushing back into you, setting a slow but brutal pace. His hips thrust harder and harder into yours, each movement slow but impactful.

Your moans quickly filled the office as he pounded into you. His pace increased as your hands ran over his back, your nails scratching between his shoulders. Your high was quickly approaching and you were begging under jay. ‘Look at this little one. Can see myself in you’ he said, pace not slowing. You looked toward where your bodies met to see what he was talking about, and you saw how your tummy was bulging with him. With every thrust you could see him inside you, and the sight sent you plummeting over the edge. He worked you through your orgasm, slowing but never fully stopping. You were shaking beneath him, a combination of curses and moans falling from your now swollen lips. He continued to thrust into you, chasing his high before pulling away from you.

You looked down to where your bodies previously met to see him cover your stomach with his release, the white sticky substance covering you. You were panting at this point, the overstimulation mixed with the fact that you were still at work sending your brain into overdrive. ‘So fucking perfect for me little one. Look so pretty covered in my cum’ he praised, capturing your lips with his own once more in another passionate intense kiss.

As he started to clean himself up, finding his shirt and trousers strewn across the office it finally sunk in where you were. Jays corner office was all glass walls, 2 walls over looking the office, and the other 2 casting out over the city, which was now bathed in sunset. You began giggling at what you had just done, earning a confused look from Jay. His questioning brows only made you giggle more, finally stopping when he moved toward you, tissue in hand to wipe his cum from your stomach.

The intimacy of the moment shocked you, and you found yourself holding your breath at his proximity. When he finally moved to him the tissues, you released your breath, standing on still shakey legs to try and find your own clothes. When he noticed you try to stand jay rushed back over to you, placing you back on his desk before demanding that you stay put, as he rushed around his office collecting your clothes.

He was suddenly sweet, dressing you back up with a carefulness that was no where to be seen 20 minutes ago. It was disarming, and when he leaned in for another kiss, you did nothing to stop him, leaning into his lips as you fell deeper into him. This kiss was slow, gentle. It felt as though there may be hidden feelings lingering between your lips. But neither of you said anything, instead opting to quietly leave his office, leaving behind the day as you headed in opposite directions.

Once on the subway home you began to think more deeply about what had just happened. Was this a one time thing? Did you want it to be? And why now? As a myriad of thoughts rushed through your mind one thing became abundantly clear.

You would have to avoid jay until you figured them out.

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[yyunari]

﹠ 🐰﹕ꕤ﹔ animal noises ! 一 양정원 ᯭ ˓˓ a yang jungwon fic wc. 1.8k

❝ i guess i’m getting too old for this ❞

៸៸ as time passed, y/n and jungwon’s similarities became too overbearing ៹ WARNINGS ⇢ angst, minor character death

( A/N ) it’s been a long time since i’ve written ! this fic is inspired by my current feelings on growing up, i’m turning 18 this year & it doesn’t feel like a reality :(( but pls enjoy this jungwon fic while i find more inspiration to write ! <3

Youth is like spring— a blossoming of new beginnings and new realizations. As a new season arrives, and as we mature, changes occurs all around us. Whether or not we like them, change is inevitable and a product of the circumstances that cause it.

Youth is… fleeting. No matter how much we try to preserve it, it will never stay. We realize the good times will never last. But as the next season starts to take form, it passes by in a flash. We realize that once the good times have already passed. And once we realize that, it’s too late, and the leaves fall off from the trees.

Y/N felt pride with her current youth. She knew that it would be over sooner rather than later, and she wanted to enjoy what she could while she was still able to. It was a stark difference from how her peers acted. While there was a rush for people her age to grow up faster, Y/N preferred to relish in the serenity and comfort that her teenage years provided. It was something that made her feel happier each day, and made it easier for her to live her life stress free.

Many other people her age would disagree and say that youth was repressing and overly angsty. But to Y/N, she was lucky enough to look past all that and choose to live her life the way she wanted. Call her privileged or snobby, it wasn’t as if it was anything she would deny. However, there was someone who lived their life exactly the way Y/N did.

Yang Jungwon, a worker at the cafe near Y/N’s university.

He was the type to sit customers down when they were having a bad day and talk them through it. He was the type to spend time making cute drawings and messages on the sides of people’s cups. He was the type to live the way he wanted to live, and not by other people’s terms.

To Y/N, Jungwon was like a breath of fresh air from a world that moved faster than she wanted it to.

Perhaps it was his bright smile, his charming personality, or the fact that he had the same ideals as her. Whatever it was, Y/N constantly found her eyes drawn to the cafe worker. No matter what situation she was in, her gaze never failed to wander to him.

But she didn’t mind. Jungwon was, for a lack of better words, refreshing.

It took a while for Y/N to gain the courage to speak to Jungwon. Her roommate, Jihan, had to give her a 2 hour long pep talk before she left their apartment that day, just so she would have enough determination to walk out the door.

It was worth it, because that was the day that Y/N and Jungwon’s relationship solidified within the universe.

After their initial friendship (which was started by Y/N offering Jungwon an Aero mint), they spent time on Jungwon’s off days hanging out at various beaches and parks. Being in nature was a common middle ground between them, like many other things were. They were happy with each other, and brought out each other’s good parts. Eventually, Jungwon confessed through a packet of Aero mints. It was corny, but Y/N loved it because it reminded her of how they met.

Their relationship started off slow but passionate, with the honeymoon phase seeming to never quite end. Y/N and Jungwon spent most of their time together and didn’t falter even for a second, because they wanted everyday to be a happy one. It worked in the way that they were similar with their ideals— not wanting to rush anything and living each moment happily with their full efforts. They wanted to savor each day to its fullest and not let anything slip through the cracks. And it worked for a bit, because the two were overly in love with each other. So much so that their days were incomplete if they didn’t meet up at least once.

But the cracks were never fixed, and therefore they began to grow.

It was most apparent the day that Y/N faced her biggest tragedy, the day her mom died.

The news came rather abruptly, and her dad was very straightforward in the delivery. It was a random Tuesday when she received a call that her mom had passed in a car accident. It was as if her world had stopped turning and all the blood rushed to her feet, as she fell onto the ground in a state of intense shock.

Y/N rarely cried, but that day she cried like a baby.

Jihan couldn’t leave her roommate alone for weeks after the news came. She knew she had to be there for Y/N because no one else was willing. After all, Y/N’s dad had ghosted her after making the phone call.

Jungwon, on the other hand, was missing in action while this was all happening.

Each day, Y/N asked Jihan if Jungwon had contacted her or anything.

Each day the answer was no.

But still, Y/N wanted to stay in contact with her boyfriend so she texted him updates about how she felt each day.

The funeral was going to be held in her mom’s hometown, which was at least a 9 hour flight from where Y/N lived. And upon hearing that news, she bought a plane ticket immediately. Despite his absence, Y/N figured he still needed to know so she texted Jungwon about her flight.

And only a few hours later Jungwon was at her doorstep, shifting in place as if he hadn’t been radio silent for three weeks.

Jihan sighed when she opened the door, surprised he was there but decided to humor him for a bit. “Where have you been? Y/N’s been a mess, and her boyfriend hasn’t been doing his job.”

Jungwon pursed his lips at that. She wasn’t wrong of course, but hearing her say it out loud made him embarrassed. “I’m going to explain everything to her. Can you please just let me in?”

As much as Jihan wanted to slam the door in his face, she knew Y/N needed to talk to him so she directed him to her room.

Jungwon found his girlfriend on the floor of her room, eating Aero mints and watching Life in the Dreamhouse. He smiled sadly; because he remembered those chocolates were not only how the two of them met, but they were also her mom’s favorite.

“Y/N?”

The mourning girl paused her show the moment she heard her boyfriend’s voice, and turned around cautiously. It had been three weeks since they spoke and in that time he had been actively ignoring her. Because of that, she felt shitty. “Hi Jungwon, do you want an Aero mint?”

He smiled and sat down. “Of course. But you should stop eating so many of those, it’s unhealthy.”

Y/N handed him a chocolate and obseved his face, the one she hadn’t seen in so long. “Where have you been? I’ve missed you, and I’ve only had Jihan to lean on these days.”

“I’ve… missed you too my love.” Jungwon smiled and cupped her face. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here for you. I’m sorry I ran away. I just didn’t want our time together to be spent mourning. With the way we live our lives, I wanted to protect that and only have us see the good in each other. That’s why I don’t show my bad parts to you, and why I ran away.”

Y/N wanted to laugh. What he was saying sounded ridiculous, and she could barely believe what she was hearing. He ignored her for three weeks because he only wanted her to see his good sides? The thought process didn’t quite make sense. Her mother died, and the one person closest to her didn’t make an effort to be there. It felt like bullshit.

“You think that’s going to make me feel better? I needed people by my side, and you weren’t there.” Y/N cried out. “In what world would I be okay with that?!”

“I thought it’s what you would’ve wanted!” Jungwon yelled. “The only reason we haven’t seen each other angry or upset is because we hide it from each other.”

Y/N thought about what he said and looked down at her hands. He was right, they hid many things from each other. When Jungwon lost his job, he didn’t see Y/N for 3 days. And when Y/N failed one of her classes, the same thing happened. It was something they never spoke to each other about, but assumed it was for the best.

But at what point did pretending to be happy all the time just turn into misery?

That’s when Y/N realized the most heartbreaking discovery of her teenage years.

“I understand. It’s how we chose to live, isn’t it? If we can’t protect our ideals, were they ever even strong to begin with?” Y/N answered. “I mean, we can’t keep them solid if we can’t uphold them, right?”

“But… what are the chances we’ve been living our lives incorrectly? Maybe the issue isn’t that we’ve been too lax with our thinking, maybe the issue is our thinking.”

Jungwon felt a feeling of sadness creeping up on him with her words. “You’re not happy, are you?”

Of course not. Y/N knew she could never be happy, not until she’s moved on. It was blatantly obvious at that point.

Her mom’s death and both Jungwon and her dad ghosting her made Y/N realize that couldn’t hide behind the thinly veiled screen of comfort that was her youth. She was about to turn 20. And as her youth begun to slip away, life’s failures had become more apparent. Choosing to stay ignorant of her fleeting youth was never a choice she made to stay happy. It was her running away from something inevitable, and Jungwon was a victim of that as well.

The two of them couldn’t have a healthy relationship if they were both too blissfully ignorant to face their realities. They only reinforced each other’s bad behaviors by actively staying together.

“No Jungwon, I’m not happy. I can’t be happy because my mom is… dead. And this is something I can’t pretend never happened. Not like the other times.” Y/N answered, as she gave Jungwon a sad smile.

“What do you mean?” He asked, slightly nervous for her response.

Jungwon didn’t want to break up with Y/N, she was the one thing he looked forward to each day. However, he’d be lying if he didn’t see it coming.

Y/N sighed. “If we’re always trying to live each day to its fullest and preserve our youths, how can we move on? My mom’s death made me realize that life can never be the way I want it to be, and I need to handle these situations head on and not run away just because I want to be happier.”

“But can’t we try to fix it?” Jungwon asked in a moment of slight desperation.

“I don’t think it’ll work out. I love you Jungwon, I really do, but we’re not good for each other. We’re too similar and we influence each other in bad ways. I think it’ll be better for us if we try to better ourselves individually.

And maybe one day, we’ll find a way back to each other.”

With tears spilling out, Jungwon hesitated for a second before giving Y/N a final hug. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be better for you, and I’m sorry I didn’t try harder to understand your feelings. I love you Y/N, and I always will.”

Underneath the glossy mist of first loves and fated encounters, there was a dark void that was waiting to suck them in at any given time. There was always always an undertone of wonderings such as ‘what’s next?’. It was time for them to wipe away that mist and stop being ignorant of their impending future.

And with that, Y/N’s first love was over. An Aero mint was left alone on the floor, untouched by its owner and unwanted by the one who gave it to him.

﹫ yyunari 🁢 1.29.23

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[thehollowwriter]

Warnings: Violence, blood

Key: Regular text is for the present. Bold is for journal entries/writing, italics is for flashbacks

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Lamentations Pt. 3.1

Silas sighed and gazed at his last entry, pen in hand. Morrigan... his most dreaded thing to write about. But he had to... he simply had to.

Morrigan. Oh, where do I even begin with someone like Morrigan? My skies, my sun, my moon, and my stars. The love of my life. My husband.

I have never loved a man so fiercely, and I doubt I ever will again. Clever, resourceful, vicious, kind, mischevious, loving, wild, gentle... although these traits seemed to oppose each other, they all came together to describe my wonderful, beautiful Morrigan.

Morrigan grew up in the city and came from a fairly well-off family, but he was trigger happy and powerful. His general demeanour clashed greatly with the expected image of a city mer; lacking in a number of human attributes, like myself, and prone to fights if angered enough.

Naturally, our first meeting was no romantic meet cute. Morrigan did not stumble into my shop one day, nor did we accidentally bump into each other and send what we were holding sprawling.

No, it was clashing teeth, a drawing of blood, a violent scramble to emerge victorious over one another. It was a bloody day. A day I remember so very clearly.

Silas pressed his belly against the rough sand of the ocean floor and nestled himself amongst the tall, looming "trees" of the kelp forest, keeping his eyes trained on the patch of open sand just in front of him.

Behind him, three other mers copied his movement, fins twitching, and gills fluttering in anticipation.

They waited.

There. A flash of silver. A flurry of bubbles.

Silas narrowed his eyes and took in a slow breath through his gills.

A sizable school of yellowfin tuna fluttered unto the little clearing, nervously flitting about and looking for food to snatch up.

"Nets." Silas murmured. The trio shifted, getting ready to pounce.

A sudden flash of green made Silass pause and raise a hand for the others to wait.

Amongst the kelp on the other side of clearing was another mer. Their skin and scales were a flourishing dark green that blended perfectly with the seaweed.

Long flowing hair of the same hue, about hip-length, curled and flowed in the gentle current, framing a pair of bright, turquoise eyes that shone brilliantly in the dark.

Silas narrowed his eyes when the mer poked their upper half out of the seaweed, focusing intently on the fish going about their day, entirely unaware of the many pairs of eyes trained on them.

They were a cookie cutter shark, like Silas, but it didn't take long to realise they were not from the abyss.They were bigger and heftier than Silas, and their skin was flourishing and healthy, completely unmarred by the terrors down below.

Spoiled.

There was a nervous tick to the mer's movements and an uneasy expression upon their face. They swam wearily, eyeing the fish like they thought the whole school was going to up and fly away.

Inexperienced. They were going to-

A rustle of seaweed The fish scattered. Silas barked at the others to go after them, then sprung forward and made a beeline to the little wrench trespassing on his hunting grounds.

The other shark whirled around, trying to figure out where the fish went, and froze when they locked eyes with Silas.

Silas stared at them. They stared back. The silence was long and defeaning.

Silas spoke first.

"What are you doing here?" He asked quietly, looking the surprised mer up and down. "This is no place for you."

"I-" The other mer frowned and coiled their tail. "I needed that tuna. Besides, nobody owns this place, it's just an empty plot of land, I can-"

"Your laws don't apply here." Silas hissed. "This is Midway. First to stake their claim of the area or drive out the 'owner' controls it. You-" He pointed a claw at the shark. "-Are in my hunting grounds, and you just ruined my hunt with your idiocy. I should have you pay for what you've cost me."

Green fins flared, and soft lips pulled back into a snarl. "Is that a threat?"

"It is if you don't leave."

"I need those tuna." The mer snapped. "You'll have to make me."

Well, that was that. Silas didn't bother to give them another warning. He lunged forward and bodyslammed them into the seafloor, coiling his tail around theirs to stop them from swimming off.

Clouds of sand exploded into the water, blurring their already dark surroundings. The other mer snarled at Silas and flipped him over, snapping in warning at his neck with large sharp teep.

They wrestled along the sand like that, tails flailing and teeth snapping. They clawed and bit and hissed at each other, each desperately to make to make the other bleed, to tear them apart.

Silas tried to avoid using magic, knowing he could get in far worse trouble for doing such a thing than simply beating someone up, but he soon found himself overpowered and pressed against the floor once again.

Pissed off and in pain, Silas curled his fingers and then splayed them, sending forth a wave of magic that would surely blast his attacker off hi-

His magic hit a barrier. Silas' eyes widened, and he tried again. Foreign magic, pulsing and powerful, blocked his own.

"W-wh-"

Before he could increase the power to break through the unexpected obstacle, he was lifted up and slammed so hard into the seafloor that his vision went white and the air was knocked from his lungs.

A curse left his lips, and he thrust his hand upwards and snarled a spell that caused the other to yelp and freeze in place.

Silas shoved them off and rolled onto his stomach, breathing heavily. His head wouldn't stop ringing, nor would his eyes focus. He didn't what spell he had cast, but considering the sudden lack of movement, it was probably a stun spell.

Silas dug his claws into the sand and then ripped them out, pulling up another cloud. He then swam for cover, leaving a trail of blood in his wake.

Panting and grunting in pain, he pressed himself into a tiny crevice and took a moment to breathe, trying to calm his rapidly beating heart.

"Seawitch, for a sack of bones, he hits hard..."

The voice or the trespasser made Silas take in a sharp breath and peek out of the crevice, heart thumping and blood pulsing.

Dark green fins rippled as the other shark essentially dragged themselves through the water, eyes narrowed and teeth clenched. Blood poured from every wound, their nostril and lips were split, and their nose was clearly broken.

Grunting, they opened their hand and held their palm above a smaller bite on their upper arm. It healed.

So they were a mage. Wonderful.

"Ugh, that was a bust. I'm gonna be late." They muttered, coughing and wincing at the bruising Silas had dealt to their insides. They looked themselves over and sucked in a breath. "Shit, they're going to kill me for this."

In a flurry of dark green and blood red, they swam off towards the city of Atlanta at breakneck speed, cursing under their breath.

Silas waited for almost an hour before deciding it was safe enough to peel himself from the rock he was pressed against and swim out of the crevice. He hovered amongst the seaweed for a moment, ears perked, before putting his fingers to his mouth. He whistled a long, sharp whistle and waited.

Two short whistles echoed from the other side of the kelp forest.

Hissing and clenching his teeth from the sharp pain of his injures, Silas swam through the dense seaweed until he came out the other side.

His hunting party was resting on a cluster of rock, bets in hand. To his relief, they were filled with flopping, flailing prey, ensared, and unable to leave.

Thank the Sea Witch.

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Guide: Start,Prev, Next

A/N: Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed! This particular chapter is quite long so I've decided it to split it into parts as well XD

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[serickswrites]

Gold III

Part 1 Part 2 Part 4

Warnings: pet whump, choking, branding, burns, scars, conditioning, bruises, collar

The Pet had been wrong. Just because they were beginning to get the Master’s commands more quickly did not mean the Master would hurt them less. If anything it made the Master hurt them more. 

“You are so stupid,” the Master growled as they dragged the Pet around by their collar. The Pet sputtered and gasped, their airway completely constricted. “You should know this by now! You did better yesterday.” 

The Pet mouthed the words, “Sorry,” but couldn’t get the words out without air. 

The Master kicked the Pet hard, still holding the leash tight against the collar. The Pet thought they had been choking up until that point. They were wrong. Black spots danced across their vision as they tried to draw breath, tried to scramble closer to the Master to relieve the pressure around their neck. 

“You are to only look at me if we have company over. Do I make myself clear?” The Master pulled the leash up, dragging the Pet up by their collar. 

The Pet nodded, their grip on consciousness becoming more and more tenuous the longer they spent without air. 

The Master released the Pet. “Good. Do better.”

The Pet gasped and sucked in quick breaths, trying to clear the dizziness from their head. They lay there as the Master left, grateful they had a moment to regain their composure. 

Days later, the Master hosted another dinner party. And the Pet was sure to only look at the Master. Had only eyes for the Master. But that didn’t stop the Master’s guests from touching the Pet. Stroking their hair. Lifting them up softly. Kissing their head. Singing their praises. 

All of this made the Pet more fearful of what would happen when they were alone with the Master once more. Even though it wasn’t their fault the Master’s guests wanted them, they knew they would be punished. 

They were right. 

“My Pet,” the Master cooed as they stroked the Pet’s hair, “I think you are ready for the final piece that makes you mine and mine alone.”

“Yes, Master,” the Pet said as the bowed their head. 

“Too many people want you, my Pet. They sing your praises, they covet that which is mine. And you are mine.”

“Only yours, Master.” The Pet agreed quickly. 

“As such, you shall have a token that marks you as mine for all to see.” 

The Pet didn’t like the sound of that, but they knew it was either agree or have the Master choke them to oblivion again. “Yes, Master. Yours and yours only, Master.”

The Master reached into the fire with some tongs, and the Pet couldn’t help but begin to quiver with fear. They hadn’t seen what the Master had put in the fire. But they knew it wasn’t good. They started to shy away, but the Master pulled their leash tight once more, cutting off their air. 

“Now, now, my Pet. Don’t move or we’ll do this again. And again. And again. Until it’s perfect.”

“Pl-pl-please, M-M-Master,” the Pet begged, struggling to get the words out. 

“Hold still, my Pet,” the Master said as they pressed burning hot metal to the Pet’s neck. “Now everyone will know you are mine.” 

The Pet shrieked and screamed. The pain was unbearable. They couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move. They just needed it to stop. As their grip on consciousness began to fade once more, the Master let the metal drop away, taking the Pet in their arms. The Pet was weak, limbs limp and unable to be moved. “M-M-Master,” they whispered. 

The Master’s fingers ghosted along the edge of the fresh brand on the side of the Pet’s neck. “Simply perfect.”

The Pet hung limply in the Master’s arms. Everything was hazy. As the Master shifted them, laying them delicately on the ground, the Pet saw what the Master had branded them with. Saw the mark they would bear on their skin for eternity. The Master had burned their sigil from their signet ring onto the Pet’s flesh. Had marked the Pet as theirs and theirs alone. 

Tags: @watermelons-dont-grow-on-trees @madmadder 

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[mysteriawrites]

Matchup requests forda gooooo (Niji en pls uwu)

So first i'll describe myself ig-

I am a very empathetic person, always putting others before me :) I am the type of person to befriend all types of people too! I like to chexk up on my friends and fam a lot, I tend to just pop in and ask how they are hehe

My form of love language, both platonic and romantic, is physical touch, quality time and words of affirmation <3

My friends say I am VERY expressive, though im the type to try to hide my feelings a lot, especially when irs negative, i tend to just push that back to not kill the mood or to please people- However, according to my friends, they can already tell by just looking at me ;3;

As for my hobbies and passions. I am an artist! I can sit all day and draw if i want to! I also live writing stories and coming up wit a lot of character lore for my many ocs :D

Well thats all from me :) cant wait to see what you got!

Hello thank you for the request! Had to think on this one for a bit (you had two really great guys fighting over you) but I hath decided. DRUMROLL PLEASE!!!

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IKE EVELAND!!!

The man of sex-/j

I think you and Ike would be good together. You two have a lot in common. You’re both emotional and empathetic people. You look out for others while still pursuing your passions.

You and Ike met when you went to a book signing of his. He was your favorite author every book he wrote was better than the last. When you found out he was doing book signings at your local library as part of a charity event you couldn’t pass up the chance. So you gather as much money as your could and your favorite book from him and went off on your journey.

The line was super long, so long it made you squirm even more in anticipation and nervousness. Finally it was your turn, and he was every bit and beautiful as he was in his pictures if not more. He smiled at you as you handed him your book.

Much to your pleasure (and the displeasure of the people behind you) you and Ike hit it off. You two were talking about the book he was signing for you and what you enjoyed about as well as what was going through his mind that inspired him to write it. Unfortunately your time was cut short as his manager told him they had to keep it moving. So you said your goodbyes and assumed that was that.

Except it wasn’t, because a few hours later when you went to your favorite cafe for lunch you saw him again. He was on lunch break from the signing and almost took your order by mistake. When you two made eye contact again Ike’s eyes lit up like a chrismas tree. Despite being in a hurry and his shy nature he wanted to continue your conversation, so he gave you his number.

Since that day you two have had very avid discussions about all sorts of topics: favorite books, favorite hobbies, hopes, dreams, and eventually romance. He confessed that despite writing all about love he had yet to experience much of it himself and wished he could experience the fantasies he’s only dreamed about.

As he ranted off about the romantic and gentlemanly things he would do with his partner, you couldn’t help but with that you could be the person in those fantasies with him. That’s when it hit you: you were in love with the sweet novelist Ike Eveland.

You couldn’t get your mind off him after that. You so desperately wanted to be his lover, but you were too shy, too nervous to confess to him. You tried to ignore your feelings hoping they would go away, but they only got stronger.

One day you got a knock on the door. You open the door to be greeted with the man of (sex) the hour himself holding what looked to be a gift basket filled with flowers, your favorite snacks and candies, your favorite movies, and a few books.

You asked what it all was for and he responds that he noticed how you had been a bit down lately and he wanted to try and cheer you up. That was the last straw you couldn’t contain it anymore.

You jumped up, hugged him, and told him how much you loved him only for your eyes to widen as you realized what you said. You look up nervously at the novelist only to see him stunned, eyes wide, and a bright red blush on his face. After a moment of awkward silence he regains his composure and asks if you really ment what you said.

You respond and his face breaks out into a small smile. He admits that he had feelings for you too, since day one in fact, and he had been too shy to tell you. The his eyes light up with realization and he says he’ll be right back. He returns with what he says is a special book he wants you to read.

You open the book to the booked marked page and there in red letters and cursive writing it says “will you be mine? ❤️” of course you say yes.

And the rest is history. You two became a couple and you couldn’t be happier. Since you also like to write you help him with his novels from time to time. Your dates usually consist of just cuddling and reading together or karaoke nights. Sometimes you two will have a contest on who can be the most romantic and think of different romantic scenarios together, different kinds of dates and presents, and what your future could hold.

In short you guys are really cute.

This took me a bit to figure out it was a tie between Ike and Hex, but gut said Ike so I went with him. It was also kind awkward because they’re both my oshies and writing for your oshi can be quite awkward lol. Anyway sorry about how late this is hope you enjoy.

Runners Up: Hex Haywire

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[perniicious]

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE?  sweat and salty sea air, pine trees and bonfire smoke, with a hint of cigarettes and weed.

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE?  rough and calloused.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY?  growing up food was scarce which led buck to be not much of a big eater, often he'll just forget to eat all together which works out with him being homeless and all but when he does eat it's usually canned food, gas station food, or the occasional meal at a diner. if he had to pick a favorite food it would have to be seafood, buck loves anything that comes out of the ocean.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE?  Yes! he loves to play guitar and sing and he's pretty damn good at it.

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS? you can usually tell he's feeling nervous or agitated by how often he runs his hands through his hair or how many cigarettes he's been smoking, also he has a habit of chewing his nails and pacing when he feels restless and anxious.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR? dirty!! like he needs a shower lol his clothes are almost always old and torn up and stained, loose jeans, falling apart t-shirts, random sweaters, floral button ups and oversized jackets. really just anything he can find in lost and found or donation bins, bandanas and bracelets made from old fabric. he always has on a necklace with a single seashell on it from where he grew up. he has a few stick and poke tattoos on his arms, hands, and fingers, as well as cartilage piercing on his right ear.

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? HOW SO? not at first. affection is something you have to earn with buck both on the giving and receiving end. it takes a deep connection for him to feel comfortable with any sort of tenderness but once he finally does he is a super affectionate person, always going out of his way to make his significant other feel loved and cared for.

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN?  he's mostly a side sleeper, always curled up into a ball to keep warm seeing as most the time he's sleeping outside.   

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM? really it just depends on his mood, when he's feeling low he tends to disappear into the space and not draw attention to himself but when he's feeling manic he can be loud and crazy and totally uncaring.

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tagging: @infernalrampage, @depictedblue, @faithfled, @ghsteye, @anthrcpophagi, @nadinehunt, @nitebit, really just anyone who sees it and wants to do it!! pls steal it from me i wanna know about your muses:)

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[angelicinserts]

i may need to be bonked for asking another but // can have hcs for platonic intimacy {{physical // emotional // mental}} w/ mon and sam pls?

no need to be bonked dear request as much as you like >:) 💗 !!!

Monsoon: Quality time is something Monsoon treasures over everything, it's one of those things he can't get back

He likes quizzing you! You two play lots of games like Trivial Pursuit, Balderdash, Wits and Wagers, or you'll boot up Jackbox and play something with the rest of Desperado

The majority of texts sent between the two of you are actually just pictures. He'll send you plants he sees on missions or something else that tickles your fancy, and you send him pictures of lizards you found in Denver or of the scenery around you. Memes too, of course.

Monsoon has a small grow area he takes care of, that he'll happily let you watch over when he's gone. His pride and joy is a small bonsai tree he's had for 6-7 years, that's the only plant he won't let you touch.

Despite everything becoming digital, he genuinely likes the aesthetics and smell of books. It's a little redundant to keep so many, especially since he has them all digitally downloaded, but you still collect them for him if you notice he doesn't have one on his shelf yet.

Sam: Like Monsoon, Sam loves just spending time around you, but he won't shy away from physical touch!

Will pick you up and carry you for fun, usually slinging you over his shoulder or fireman carrying you. He'll do it out of the blue, he thinks your surprised face is funny.

Sam is an active man, but he's also artsy! When he's not planning out your next outdoor adventure, you can usually find him fiddling with something at his desk.

You two can spend hours doing jigsaw puzzles, both taking turns on who gets to pick out the next picture you do!

Slaps sticky notes on everything, most with little reminders that he's proud of you and that you're doing incredible, with embellished drawings of scenery around the corners, but sometimes it'll just be random shit. You found a sticky note on your back that read "Pot Roast" with a small pig drawn on it, he still hasn't explained that one.

#mgr headcanons #monsoon mgr #Samuel Rodrigues #jetstream sam #x reader #platonic headcanons #angel shaped art #💗 queue're the only one i love 💗 #OOOUAAAAAAA !!! sorry i kinda !! died for a month lol #i meant to make a post but....the days dragged on n i got worried #BUT I WILL MAKE A POST......for a different reason #also hello again tumblr user 976-azquee i missed u !!

[jsabspinkhorsepro123]

Survivor's Guilt Extras

Here's a few extra beginning pictures and comments about different photos from the newest JSAB's backstory!

Pls read before looking at this-

This was the first minor outline of Aero

I changed up his hair more, as when coloring in it seemed off, and got rid of the feet as I just had an annoying time with them.

Also this is the first side view I've done since my last drawing of Jade, I am extremely proud of how much I seemed to have improved since then, as I think it looks pretty decently done.

Here's Aero without any sun shading, or leaves covering him.

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This is the locket halves without them being covered, I had many ideas on how they would work.

It was mainly between two halves that combine to form a picture, or the one above.

I figured the pictures would be a bit annoying to try and do twice, or more, so I just went traditional.

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Here's their first outline of "Thrasher" and 2 of his gang members, I was really proud of the one on the left-

Don't know why I had so much trouble with the basic outline of the 3rd, but I made many changes after this photo

Their masks also were a hard thing to deal with in the outline part, cause I hadn't ever drawn a mask on a person (Well at least in a front facing position)

Here's the photo without any shade from the trees, I honestly am in love with the drawing

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Here's the younger hero's basic outlines. I started and finished Marigold and Jade literally today (Or well, yesterday now I suppose-). I haven't drawn Jade, Marigold and Cyan in ages, also hadn't drawn many very young characters. Because of that I was so happy with how the three turned out, I loved drawing them. I really should redraw the adult forms sometime soon, as I have done a lot to make their outfits more unique!

And that is all! Next up will be Annihil's Backstory, which will most likely be shorter than these past 3, since it's only focusing on him.

After that... well, you'll just have to wait and see ;)

Hope you all enjoyed~

#jsab #jsab’s #just shapes and beats #cyan #copper #aero #thrasher #marigold #jade #wip #wip stuff #extras #survivor's guilt #backstory drawings #blood tw #most of these were my favorites to draw-

[drunkwhenimadethis]

What’s the strangest dream you’ve had? Also do you get lucid dreams often? I want one so bad but not sure whether if it comes to you or if you can cultivate it pls lmk I’d love to hear your experiences!

Omg, this one is deep. I have so many stories to tell and so little time. I'm on my work break rn hahaha. I think I couldn't even try to share the strangest dream I've had, but the most significant is the one that pushed me more into my spirituality.

That dream was one where a baby was born into my family but grew at a rapid pace. And knew things without having a reason to know them. We were at my grandfather's house and I was having a meltdown in front of the bathroom mirror bc someone I love didn't love me back. And the baby guru comes in and counts all of these colours that are glowing like a rainbow piano down my spine. And the baby was like "You were born of soul, so you can be less afraid." And then I looked in the mirror and my face changed into a million other faces. And when I went outside, the tulips in the garden were as big as trees and the sky was the brightest blue ever. I kept hearing my dad calling my Gogo (grandmother) "Brahma" which is a Hindu god I didn't know about until I google searched the next morning

I never try to lucid dream I honestly find it scary bc I don't have like the ability to accurately control anything yet but so many times when I'm dreaming I know I'm dreaming and I choose different dream story lines. Sometimes it's fun and incredible, like when I read the titles on bookshelves or try to draw (w pencil and paper) in the dream when I'm within the dream. But sometimes it truly gets out of control